Adam told me a story once about a trip to the beach with his family that ended up being ridiculous.
Alright. … (me waiting for him to start) … (do I need to ask him to get the story goin?) …
(nope…here he goes) We’re sittin’ on the beach, and there’s a heavy-set woman with her beach stuff. Her husband goes off to get drinks or somethin’. She’s eatin’ this stuff called Fiddle Faddle. She throws a piece on the ground and so a seagull eats it. All the sudden more seagulls come to eat it and they’re all squawin and stuff and she’s like (cue high-pitched warbly voice) “BAAAAHRGHGHGHGH!”
She’s like wavin’ her hand and she stops feedin’ ’em and chases them away. Then her husband comes back…maybe he went for a run, I don’t know. So he comes back and the seagulls have all left by this point.
And she goes (cue fast-talking high-pitched southern accent voice), “Oh my god, you’ll never believe what happened. I was sittin’ here, eatin’ some Fiddle Faddle when all of a sudden the seagulls just started swaaaarmin‘!!!”
That’s really all I remember. I thought it was really funny as a kid.
Spoken by Adam, scribed by me pretty much word for word, haha. Good story.
Actually, not being sarcastic, any story with the word “Fiddle Faddle” will inevitably prove to be funny.