Yeah, he should be glad I didn't meet him when he was wearing Haute Brewery fashion and a beard. I would never have gone out with that guy. Plus he would have gone to prison for asking out a nine year old.
When Gary was of legal Budweiser-wearing shirt age, he got a job as an orderly. Every once in a while he'll come up with hospital stories only an orderly could tell.
Like, there was this OB-GYN who, after a birth, would take a fresh placenta and hurl it up to the ceiling where it would stick.
"Why? Why would he do that, Gary?"
"Because he was a jackass! Then we couldn't use that OR for the rest of the day! Then I'd have to clean it up!"
I know. It seems suspicious, doesn't it?
Okay, here's another one. According to Gary, if you see an orderly wheeling a bed draped with linens through the halls of a hospital, or any big cart with sheets hanging off it, it's because the sheets are disguising a second platform where the dead corpse is. Because that's how they sneak the dead corpses through the hospital.
I don't know. I don't know if I would trust a guy in a Budweiser shirt.