For those of you reading this right now and truly know David, you probably know where I am going with this blog already…
I was in my third year of college… I was 20, making David 24. Somehow, while drinking, I stumbled across Tucker Max’s infamous and disgusting blog.
It was hysterical if you remove the fact that these poor girls were “Tucker-fied.” Tucker’s sexcapades and the blog itself became the topic of the night. We were all crowded into my bedroom, and I read the blog aloud. Boys were applauding Tucker, girls were trying to hide their laughter, and all of a sudden it hit me… was my cousin Tucker Max?
Immediately, I picked up my phone and called David. The call went something like this…
Brrring brrring (yes, in my memory the phone sounds like a 1950’s rotary)
David: What’s up Becca Boo?
Me: Are you Tucker Max?
David: (starts laughing) What?
Me: I am reading this blog with my roommates, and the girl has to wear stained sheets home! (Those who have read it know; those who haven’t, don’t ask.)
David: I’ve read the blog… he is hysterical.
Me: You didn’t answer the question?
David: No Bec, I’m not Tucker Max.
Me: Ok then, talk to you later. Love you.
David: No wait… are your roommates hot??
