well its a story i dont condone. me and a good buddy of mine were driving the old country back roads around where i grew up drinkin some cold beer when i was 17, yea i was underage and shouldnt have been driving but it was gravel roads and i didnt know any better, trust me i learned the consequences the really hard way.
well anyway i was dating this one girl a little bit and we drove past her dads house and stopped about a mile down the road to drain our tanks. while im on the road taking care of my business i hear a truck coming but theres no lights, well all of a sudden behind us truck lights kick on and we scramble for the truck and haul butt out of there. he chases us and a few miles farther i figure we might as well give up. This BIG SOB comes up to my pick up window and says ELMO???? thats what everyone called my dad, my last name is Elmenhorst. I told him who i was and he just breaks out laughing and tells us to get back to his house before he calls the cops. we follow him and a few beers later he tells us to get the hell home, i only lived a mile and a half away. well i got to know him more and he just started calling me Lerch and my boss at the time rented a house from him and it just stuck. i wasnt gonna argue with cause he said his first instinct was to just beat my tall @$$ in the bar ditch so i figured a crappy nickname was the better option. he always was a funny SOB!!!!!!
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