One late evening back in 1966 another freshman buddy and I were stumblimg drunkenly down the sidewalk along the Red Cedar River on the Michigan State Campus making quite a ruckus, singing and hollering. Suddenly out of the shadows a monster appeared with a girl on his arms -— Bubba Smith.
“You fellas hold it down, you’re bothering my girl!”, said he.
Said I, well, nothing. I don’t think I let a peep escape my mouth the rest of the night.
>>Said I, well, nothing. I don’t think I let a peep escape my mouth the rest of the night.<<
A double wash of underwear that night? ;)
He was also known to sit at Dagwoods on Thursday night and sip a beer or two. LOL