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Puddyhead's High School Reunion

Puddyhead and I were reminescing over a lapdance the other night, as we seldom get to see each other. He reminded me of his ten year high school reunion. As Puddy mischief goes it's fairly tame, though picaresque.

Pud went to Benedictine, the all-boy Catholic school, and his wife went to St. Vincent's, the all-girl Catholic school. As BC and St. Vincent's hold their reunions together, it was a special moment for both of them.

Except for the fact Puddyhead got slammed beforehand. He was also suffering from an execrable case of chicken pox he had contracted from his children. His face was covered in horrid scabs and pustules, and puffy from any variety of reasons. Did I say he was corked? Aye.

When the band took a break Puddy took advantage of the lull, and the open mike, climbed onto the stage, and proceeded to deliver a blistering, slurred harangue to his classmates.

"I hate you people! I didn't like you then, and I sure as hell don't like you now!" etc. etc. This went on for a few minutes, then, when Puddyhead thrust his arms skyward in his moment of triumph, he fell over backwards into the drumkit. He was then forcibly tossed into the parking lot.

When I asked his wife at the time what she had done, she gave me a look that chilled the marrow in my bones.

Is this Puddy's Finest Hour? Oh, no. More like the Raid on Dieppe. But worth sharing, at any rate. When I asked him if I could post the story, he nodded, and seemed pleased. One brick at a time. We'll get to the hard core stuff one of these days.