Did I ever tell you about the time BCG took me out to go get a drink with him? We go off looking for a bar and we can't find one. Finally BCG takes me to a vacant lot and says, 'Here we are.' We sat there for a year and a half — until sure enough, someone constructs a bar around us. Well, the day they opened we ordered a shot, drank it, and then burned the place to the ground. BCG yelled over the roar of the flames, 'Always leave things the way you found 'em!'
BCG once punched a hole in a cow just to see who was coming up the road.
BCG hated Mexicans! And he was half-Mexican! ...And he hated irony!
BCG orchestrated the merger between UNICEF and Smith & Wesson.
We once had a bachelor party for BCG. He ate the entire cake before we could tell him there was a stripper in it.
BCG named the group Sha Na Na. They did not want to be called that.
If you drop a phonograph needle on BCG's nipple, it plays the Beach Boys' Pet Sounds.
BCG sleeps eight hours a night! Well, he is pretty normal when it came to that.