I don’t think I know a single Steve. I seem to collect Michaels and Matthews.
Well…I only know two steves…and they’re pretty normal…on the other hand: i know about 10 Davids (This comes from going to camps mainly populated by Jews)
They’re all strange (Well, not all of them, but a good deal of them, including my humble self)
I have a friend named Steve as well as a brother but I don’t like him that much.
We have a friend named Steve, and the coolest thing about him is that he lives on Whispering Pines Dr. but frequently gets mail addressed to Whispering Penis Dr. (hi Steve, from Brad and Sandra)
I don’t know any Steves :(. Can I borrow one of yours?
I knew a Steve back in college. Not only was he a Steve, he was the son of a minister. Which made him exceptionally strange.
He got a case of Ramen Noodles once. The box said “store in a cool place”. That box hung from his ceiling from wires for the rest of the year.
I’ve only ever known one Steve, and I married him. I don’t think he’s weird. But he is very funny.
I know a worthless loser named steve. I know another Steve that has hair like Ronald McDonald.
When I was a kid my best bud was named Steve, and now my room mate at university is a Steve. We call him YY (he calls himself YY too), referring to the genetic disease where a male has an extra Y chromosone, the effects include mild retardation. This was the only thing he learned in his biology class last semester, which he failed. He can watch TV for incredible durations, going through a 345 piece tub of Double Bubble every couple weeks. He gets harassed endlessly, and loves it. He has a great sense of humor, works at a funeral home in the summers scraping up road kills…he’s odd, but a great guy, not to mention funny as shit.