(47) My cousin and I used to wrestle with the family friend Steven Bishop. Steven was 17 and HUGE. Wrestlemania usually required frequent assurances to my parents that this was completely safe, and, no, no one ever gets hurt. We would go crazy wrestling, occasionally stopping to make rules like "no fair throwing me upside down."
Eventually my cousin and I would carry on with this alone which required even MORE assurances to parents. As I recall, we ended up breaking at least two tables, some glassware, and there was at least one hospital visit--my cousin, not me.
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