Ok, so I've told you guys about this running/beer drinking club the wife and I go out with from time to time. Long story short, you run about a 5k with a beer stop half way through, and you end up at a cheap dive bar with a patio where we're all drunk, singing funny/stupid/horribly offensive drinking songs, and it's generally a great time. There's lots of stupid traditions, like a pair of tighty whiteys that the person who's been to the most Hashes in a row gets to make someone wear during the 5k, a shitty trombone someone has to carry and play to (announce) to the rest of the pack which direction to run, etc. A very good friend of mine is also in this group. His name is Dave. His hash name is Fucking Beaver Shit, or FBS for short. (My name's Reefer Madness for those who would wonder such things) FBS is a very smart, and very funny fucker. He's about to finish his PHD in astro-physics to go with his Bachelors in Mech Engineering from A&M and Masters in Physics, so yeah, he's no dummy. He also has hair half way down his back, plays bass in a popular local metal band, and is a software engineer for his day job. We're constantly fucking with each other, coming up with pranks to pull on each other for the enjoyment of others, generally while drunk. Here's my problem. This mother fucker did an interview in Runner's World Magazine, and they asked him for a picture to go in the little article. So yes, he found a 2 year old picture of me wearing the tighty whities, making a retarded face, wearing a Fair to Midland T-shirt and just looking like a general psychopathic goof ball. I am now published in Runner's World Magazine as a retard, and he is credited with the photo. I'd post the picture but I don't know which image hosting places to use any more, so if someone PMs me and email and wants to go do that, hit me up. Help me think of something to do to this guy that can one-up this, because I'm honestly stumped as fuck.