for the love of mankind
Yesterday, a guest speaker came to Natalie's school. His name was Mick Foley. Better known as Mankind.
Mick Foley grew up on Long Island.
I dated this big dork named Mick Foley once. On Long Island.
I wonder if....
Well the Mick Foley I dated wanted everyone to call him Micke-elobe. You get it? Michelob? Beer? Clever, eh?
And the Mick Foley I dated was with me on that fateful night that we spotted the UFOs on the Wantagh Parkway.
Only it wasn't UFOs. Or aliens.
It was several piles of newspapers lined up on the parkway.
Which is stranger than UFOs when you think about it.
Mick Foley thought we were going so fast that we hit a time warp and ended up in the future where people built huts out of newspapers dated 1980.
I thought there was something in that nickel bag besides pot.
I think Mick Foley cried.
I never saw him again.
Actually, I know it's not the same Mick Foley, but it was fun to fool Natalie for a little while.