Yep, I was tagged once as "Hulk Fists"
My best friend from college, who will remain nameless (but his middle name is Aloisius and he’s the III) has basically made tagging me in photos a part time job. The difference is that he does not just tag actual photos of me, he also tags me as other people, inanimate objects, and any other idea that might pop into that twisted melon of his. Here’s a partial list of some of the people/things he’s tagged me as…
Adult movie star, Ron Jeremy, CHIEF Inspector Jacques Clousseau, two of those giant Hulk fists, Sammy Davis Jr., my friend’s grandparent’s portable chair that also serves as a toilet, some guy in a leather hood with a zipper for the mouth, a guy from the 80’s with a tremendous mullet wearing only a leopard thong, the Bunghole Liquor Store, two Russian dudes dancing, a sign that says ‘soup and chowder available in the lounge’, a photo of an angry baby who has ‘altered the water in the pool’, and most recently as “The King” himself, Elvis Presley during the banana and peanut butter sandwich years.
How does he get away this you might ask? He gets away with this because he has unbelievable timing for making me laugh just when I need it! As soon as I see the message on my phone of being tagged in a photo on Facebook, I start chuckling with anticipation. Then, I simply remove the tags and move on with my life. Other Facebook friends of mine have actually become fans of his because the tags are so obscure and so funny… at my expense of course. I don’t mind.
Thank God for this guy and his antics because laughter has been one of the best ways to deal with life’s challenges, mainly our journey with our son’s CHD. The year after my son was born, my buddy’s wife was diagnosed with breast cancer (stage 4). We consistently provide laughs for each other as we both deal with having someone you love with a serious illness.
So, a special thanks to the “Tag Master”, and as a way of getting him back a bit please see the photo attached to this blog. It’s NOT a pretty photo of us at college graduation. Nice glasses pal, I bet you got all the chicks back then!! Until next time…ramble on!
Tremendous glasses, and why was I so perplexed?