One night after a gig my bandmates and I went to a party at a motel. A couple hours after we showed up at the motel I decided, for some reason, to go sit in the grass outside the room. It was a foggy night. I tripped on the way out. I gathered myself and looked up and said “Holy S***, the Moon is moving backwards.” There was a full moon that night and I mistook a distant streetlight for the moon in the fog. My bandmates and about 20 other people heard me say that and I didn’t live it down untill…
A year or so later my band had just finished our set on a Sunday night and the bar was pretty empty. We had downed a bunch of beer during the last set. We walked off the stage and my Bass player, Pete, and I walked up to the bar. Pete walked up, sat down and turned to the girl sitting next to him. The girl was wearing a very thin shirt and her nipples were, well, standing at attention. Pete turned to her, looked at her chest, looked her in the eye and without batting an eye said to the girl “You must be really cold”. The girl slapped him and walked off. I, and a couple of people next to Pete, started laughing. After a minute or so Pete then responded with “Hey, why did she get mad? I was just stating a fact.” For about 6 months after that anytime someone would mutter “I was just stating a fact” I would lose it.
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