It wasn't until the fourth or fifth time I introduced myself to the Stephster that she actually remembered my name. I had gotten used to saying, "Nice to meet you, I'm Jason." So I was about to say it one more time and she says, "Yeah, I know you, you're Jason." To be fair, she's not the only person I've had to meet a shitload of times for my name to stick, and God only knows I'm guilty of the same thing....there's always so many people at the dojo. So a bit later, must've been 2005, there's a big party (can't for the life of me remember where), it's winter I think because I remember it being cold. There's about five of us standing in a circle smoking cigarettes (I was pretty lit up, I'm sure), and the Stephster (out of nowhere) says, "I'll give any one of you twenty bucks if you go over to the neighbors porch and lay out a big groaner."

To which I reply, "A groaner? What's a groaner?"

"Oh, you know, a groaner. Go over to the porch, drop your pants and lay out a big (she groans)nnnnnn stinking groaner. It'll be hilarious. Twenty bucks."

"You've gotta be kidding, why would anyone do wanna do that?"

"OF COURSE I'm only KIDDING......but I DO have twenty bucks in my pocket for any one of you. The look on the neighbor's face will be PRICELESS."

Nobody took her up on her offer, but since then, the Stephster has been a-ok in my book because, fuck, what a RANCID sense of humor.