Actafool.com's history, by Brad:

Hi, I am Brad Brunner A.K.A. Big Papa Bru, and if you didnt know you have just entered the Actafool zone so be prepared for anything. I want to ask everyone a question. Have you ever acted a fool or have done stupid things in your life? I am sure you have. I know I have and do just about every day. There is never a dull moment in my life because you never know what I may say or do next and that I think is awsome.

My version of the story starts like this. It all started in the 10th grade when I attended Boyertown Area Senior High, which is in Boyertown, PA, which is a little town in nowhere, which is run by all PA Dutch, which you probably heard about us in History class or English class on how the PA Dutch speak and what is not really a language or proper talk. I am not sayin' or busting on you if you're Dutch or Dutch themselves because I have a little Dutch in me, couldn't you tell by my letter? And besides we all have a little Dutch in us. Back to the main point. I met Andy at the end of our tenth grade year in the locker room. We were changing near each other or something like that. We were not in the same class but had gym at the same time. At the end of that very same day I sat in the back of the bus. I was sitting across from Andy when I sat there and stared at him, then we said at the same time, "Hey are you that kid I saw in gym class? I didnt know you went on this bus," and from that very moment we became friends and for the rest of our high school years we were in the same gym class. Isn't that awesome? Who would have thought that would happen?

I met Josh in 12th grade through Andy partway through the year. Andy and Josh were in the same homeroom and they became friends and of course I met Josh and we all became close friends. We were sort of like the Three Muskateers or the Three Stooges or or well you get the picture. This was the first year at our school for Josh. He just moved into our area from Harrisburg and he didn't know anyone, so Josh was glad when he met us. You could say he found good friends. Hey, we were so close we roomed together on our class trip. We had such a good time that we locked ourselves out of our room, thanks to Josh. So during our senior year we made this thing called the ABJ basketball leauge which any one could play and everyone is a champion in the ABJ. Well, just about everyone. So far Andy who the number 1 champ and I am the European champ and Josh, well he is the Hard Core champ but not the King of Hard Core like myself. From there we started doing dumb things and having bright ideas such as filming many things. And coming up sometime you will be able to see for the first time anywhere our amateur stuff when we first got started -- you will laugh your ass off. Well, for know I am saying goodbye and thanks for taking the time to look at our site and keep coming back for some new funny stuff.

Sincerely, BLB.

Actafool.com's history, by Andy

Meeting Brad
My high school years were full of excitement, wonder, and joy. They were marked with growth, both physical and mental, and an abundance of new experiences and new people. One time at the end of the year we had this joint gym class where we had both gyms to run around in and do whatever we want with the other classes that were having gym at the same time as us. This was supposed to be the culmination of our year of Physical "Education," and we were supposed to use all of the skills we learned throughout the year and use them in a sport of our choosing. In reality, I think this was the day when the gym teachers go home early, because they just seemed to disappear after they let us loose.

In any case, that day the game of choice was basketball and at six feet, three inches, I was the most intimidating piece of white bread on the court. I know this because all of the girls would start laughing in my face when I asked them for their phone numbers. Actually, now that I think about it maybe that meant something else. That and the "beat me up" sign that kept getting taped to my back somehow. Anyway, before we could start the part of the game where we play basketball, we had to engage in the equally important part of gym known as "picking teams." I liked this part because it didn't involve any actual physical activity. And I was good at this. Throwing a ball through a hole, anyone can do that, but it takes a real man like me to stand in line and be the last one picked. As usual, captains were chosen based on the fact that those guys could grow full beards in 7th grade and could beat all the rest of us up with one hand and without breaking a sweat. Those guys must have been eating raw steak right out of the birth canal. This time was different, however. I was the second one picked on my team - SECOND! Of course, we were only playing three on three, so that meant I was still last - but hey, it was an improvement. It was almost as good as the time the one guy forgot his glasses and picked me first by accident. I did happen to notice a big smile on this other guy who got picked on our team before me. I think he was happy because it was the first time he wasn't the last one picked, thanks to me. I did remember this guy from the locker room and I used to always try to change near him because compared to him it looked like I had a good body. That guy's name was Brad and we began to grow the bond that is alway present between two men on a basketball team. Later that day, we acknowledged each other on the bus ride home and began to converse on a regular basis. We also started to change together in the locker room, despite the other boys always yelling "faggots, faggots" and throwing dirty jock straps at us. But the bullies started to leave us alone because I think they were afraid we might try to have sex with them. Neither of us was gay, but we went along with the little joke. Brad and I became good friends and started playing Nintendo together and Brad would come over occasionally and fish in our pond. By some coincidence, we ended up in the same gym class the next two years. For some reason, I can't seem to remember much else about high school until a year and a half later, which was the day I first saw Josh.

Meeting Josh
It was the first day of classes senior year and as usual, the first duty of the day was to go to homeroom. Sitting about three seats up and to the right of me was this unfamiliar face attached to the scrawniest excuse for a body I'd ever seen.His name was Josh and his family had apparently just moved in from Harrisburg. I tried to avoid him, but he spotted me at lunch the next day even though I tried to hide under the table so he wouldn't see me. So he comes over and asks us if he can sit down. Just as I was trying to come up with some wise comment that would send him crying to the principal's office never to approach me again, he sits down and starts to eat an apple and chocolate milk. He started to do this every day and by some miracle on his part, we didn't beat him up. Instead we became friends. Later I introduced him to Brad and the triangle of ABJ (Andy, Brad, Josh) was complete. We did all kinds of things together including the ABJ basketball league (we had improved a lot since that fateful day in 10th grade) and during that year became the best of friends. One of the things we did was go on this class trip to Disney World together, which created some good memories. Brad, Josh, and I roomed together with this other guy named Shane Schloshburg, who I never saw again in my life. We had two beds in the room, so Josh and I made Brad sleep with Shane because we were afraid he (Shane) might be gay. Then one night when we came back to the room Josh locked us all out because he forgot the key inside or something. So Josh and I ran all over Orlando trying to find the hotel office to get another key. Keep this incident in mind - this theme of Josh being the irresponsible one will recur frequently. But we think he's cool anyway - after all, look at us. Now I am going to have to fast forward to where we started thinking about Actafool.

The Roots of Actafool
The origins of Actafool were in the minds of Josh and myself during one summer a couple years ago, and Brad wasn't involved until a litte later. This must have been shortly after the airing of the Seinfeld finale because in that episode the lawyer Jackie Chiles or Childs or whatever his name is has this dialogue with the Seinfeld gang in which he said something to Jerry like "If you gonna go into that courtroom foolin' around, makin' wisecracks, actin' a fool..." Now of course that wasn't the first time we heard the phrase "act a fool," but there was something in the way that Jackie said it that brought it to the forefront of many of our conversations and into our vocabulary of words and phrases that could inspire wild, uncontrolled laughter upon their utterance. At least between Josh and I. It was about this time that Josh and I started to have these ideas about doing different "interesting" things and videotaping them. The roots of Actafool are very rich and complex, but the turning point I believe was one day when we were driving around looking for summer jobs. We were driving east on Ridge Pike in Limerick, PA, when we saw several construction sites lined with orange traffic cones. Josh and I were not the rulebreaking type, but from somewhere within each of us came the uncontrollable urge to "borrow" a road cone. This was of course a wussy crime for which there was certainly no consequence, but what if we videotaped the theft? Surely that would be the most outrageous thing we've ever done. Then we started to think about other things we could do and videotape. We classified such actions as "acting a fool" and joked about having a web site "Actafool.com" where we would showcase our videotaped endeavors. But these ideas developed into the reality of the web site you are viewing now. Although it's in it's early stages, it already has gone farther than we ever thought it would on that sunny summer day.

Anyway, back to the road. We didn't have our camera with us, so the ideas of starting a videotaping escapade were still just thoughts in our minds. Nevertheless, when Josh pulled his low-sitting, black Toyota truck upto the traffic in front of us that was stopped around a construction site, the videotaping part of the whole thing seemed a mere option. When traffic got moving, Josh started to pull away: "Grab a cone." "Really?" "Come on!!" Josh was persistent. I swung my arm out the window: "But I don't know if I can reach.." but my speech was stopped when I saw what appeared to be my own arm pulling a huge road cone into the window of Josh's truck. The cone ended up under my feet where I promptly folded it up about .05 seconds after its entry into the truck. It was right then that Josh and I broke out into the wildest laughter we'd ever experienced. We exchanged high fives and we probably would have laughed for about an hour or two if it were not for a suspicious white Chevy Caprice Classic two cars behind us. When Josh saw it, his emotion quickly changed to something equivalent to what is probably experienced when a Ku Klux Klan member in uniform gets lost in the middle of Harlem. Josh with his wild imagination and paranoia was sure it was an unmarked cop car and that he was following us. Then as the car stayed behind us going down the road, there were about five minutes of Josh nervously yelling about "What are we gonna do?!? What are we gonna do?!?" and me lecturing him on how much of a wussy he is to actually think that the one time we break the law that there would be an unmarked cop car behind us. You have to realize that Josh is always so paranoid that you'd think he killed Kennedy. So anyways, the highway split into two lanes and the white Caprice pulled next to us and looked over. I still didn't believe it until we were sitting in a parking lot with the white Caprice next to us and Colonel Ward holding his police badge in my face from outside of the truck.

"Do you have something for me?" Colonel Ward asked me almost with a hidden chuckle of superiority but with unwavering seriousness. I moved my then tensed leg over, revealing an old, soiled traffic cone that upon being released from under my leg filled my entire half of the Toyota's small cab.

At this point, things went downhill and I'll let your imagination fill in the gaps. We ended up at Limerick police station being questioned by Colonel Weaver. Apparently what we did counted as theft of government property, which entails a mandatory year or two in the county jail, or something. He asked us questions like "Why did you take it?" I wanted to say something like "We wanted to play soccer and couldn't afford cones of our own," or "We wanted to use it as a megaphone," or "We weren't stealing it, so much as 'rescuing it.'" Josh was considerably more worried about the situation than me. When Colonel Weaver asked us what we think should happen to us for doing this, I think Josh volunteered to do community service for every day for the rest of his life. After about two hours in the "hot room" we were released. The Colonel said if we don't have any police contact for 30 days he would throw out our report and not process it. So there we were - free! We didn't speed for a month.

So that was the beginning. Brad got involved shortly thereafter. A lot happened since then. Things that will pop up on this site hopefully in the near future, things that I don't want to consider history. As you surely know, we ended up actually making a hidden camera enclosure for my family's Panasonic VHS-C Palmcorder and started to actually videotape stuff. Then I went through with actually getting this site and started putting stuff on it. We still haven't had the balls to return to Ridge Pike with the hidden camera to snag a cone in retribution for that rough day at the Limerick Police station, but stay tuned... Rockafella' y'all!

--Andy

Actafool.com's history, by Josh:

Not many people know of Actafool's rich history. It is a history full of controversy, deceit and jealousy. Wait a minute - we're talking about Actafool here!! Our history is hilarious. It all started on one fine summer day. Andy and I were driving along applying for jobs, and our route happened to bisect a construction site lined with orange traffic cones. We both thought it might be funny if we were to snag a cone while we were driving.

At first, we hesitated taking a cone, in fear that we might be incarcerated or worse. After the initial hesitation we threw caution to the wind and before I could say "Actafool," Andy had snagged a cone and pulled the oversized object throught the too-small window. It entered the driving compartment with a characteristic suction cup sound, and before I knew it, there was an off-duty police officer chasing us down the rural highway.

I cringed at the thought of being incarcerated, so I sped along the highway hoping that I wasn't the one that the policeman was chasing. I used my head and turned off the highway hoping that the police officer would drive by - but no, our luck had run out. We eventually pulled over and the police officer did too. (Josh didn't finish this yet...)