Alot of time when the Thomas Family is out caching, our dad will
tell us stories of his youth many, many years ago. Some of the
stuff he did while probably not exactly legal, was kind of cool.
This series is going to highlight some of dad's stories.
This one's kinda cool, but gross. Dad told us a story about him
and some of his buddies out driving around in the country one
night. They would sometimes run across young men and women
proclaiming their love for one another in parked vehicles. It just
so happened one of dad's friend was a six foot tall three hundred
pound kid. When they would find one of these cars parked along one
of these country roads, they would turn off their headlights and
slowly creep up beside them. The large guy would pull down his
trousers, put his bare posterior out the window and dad would start
honking his horn. Imagine the looks on the couples faces when they
popped up and saw what was hanging out the window. They call this
shooting the moon.
When it got cold, naturally you couldn't do this. So he would
just press his posterior up against the glass. This was called
pressed ham. One time, when they were pressing the ham for the
couple, the guy had an attack of flatulence which was followed by a
liquid bowel movement. Not a pretty sight. They had to drive all
the way into town with the liquid running all the way down the
inside of the window. They went to a local carwash, took the door
panel off the inside and power washed the door. A moriatorium was
placed on pressed ham that year.
East of this bridge is where this incident occured.
Maybe my dad was a dweeb after all 