Do turkee sammiches, a parade in Burbank, weirdo conventions, bad karaoke, and pizza roll catastrophes count?
Yes they do!
And so does having flies in the house from a maggot infested squashed squirrel left under the bed when he left for St Louis for a month, falling into a mudhole while on the road with no change of clothes, having ants swarm out from under his bar-b-que grill when he lifted the lid, stomping hamsters, spending his afternoons on the Queen Mary trying to impress the lady selling tickets, eluding the clutches of Mexican kidnappers, curing cancer (twice!) with a mere touch, running down a dine-n-dasher and holding him at gunpoint for the police, running multiple businesses into the ground, defending himself against multiple civil suites, and running ahead of an elderly frail acquantance while out to dinner causing him to fall trying to keep up and becoming permanently disabled.
George has led a varied life, mostly moving from one creepy incident to the next.