My favorite Conchaga moment was watching him beat the shit outta BlehkkFut in .... um... oh wait, BlehkkFut chickened out.
Seriously, two years ago in Brooklyn, Conchaga cut open a dead hobo's stomach and found a tin can in his stomach. He let me keep it (the can, not the hobo). It still smells like green beans and vomit. Good times, good times.