Because storytelling is fun. Basically, just tell a story of any random event in your life. If can be happy, sad, funny, maddening, spooky whatever!
So, I work at a solar company, and we had to move warehouses about 6 months ago now. Well, a few of my coworkers and I were assigned with the task of getting all of the remaning large pieces out of the old warehouse. One co-worker, we will call him 'B' in order to avoid the use of real names here, found a dead bird in the far corner of the warehouse. My other coworker, 'K', and I were lifting some things into the trailer, when all of a sudden, we see something fly by us! Now, B and K like to play around and have a good time, so they decided to start throwing the bird back and forth. After some some, they stop, and K is on the other side of the warehousse and discovers a long cardboard tube, about 3 inchges in diameter. His first thought, "This would be perfect to hit a dead bird with!" And so, K comes over and tells B to be the pitcher. Myself and a couple others are oblivious to what's going on at first, but then I see the bird's carcass fro the corner of my eye, and hear a *thwam!* Realizing what's going on, one other guy, we'll call 'J', starts laughing and immediately picks out an appropriate song to play for the situation, which was Rocking Robin. Now, K and B switch positions, and upon B's very first hit, the head of this poor, dead bird, busts right off of its body! As the bird had been dead for, probably about a week or so in a cold warehouse, you can imagine that the stench of the thick, black blood in its body is rather foul (hehe, foul, fowl) *puns*. B also managed to get some of the bird's blood in his ear, which left a rather disgusting red, swolen spot on it later.
Our supervisor goes over after the task is done, and we've cleaned up the mess. Everyone else has already reported back to the new facility at this point.After he's done with his task there, he returns to the new facility, as well. He went on about how it smelled like rotten meat over there, but that he couldn't trace the source of it. To this day, he is still unaware of the brutal desecration of that poor bird.
Anyway, that's the end of my story.