That reminds me:Dude wrote:About 15 years ago I was working at a motel and was talking with the front desk guy about drinking memories. He told me he realized he had a drinking problem when he woke up one morning on someone's front lawn. He was serious, and it still cracks me up today.
About 15 years ago a friend woke me up at about 2am and asked for a ride home. I said "Just take my keys an pick me up in the morning". He wrecked the car, broke an arm in the process, and pissed all over the car. The police report read something like:
"Subject left the road on Powell Street and drove approximately 125 yards on neighbors yards, destroying mail boxes in the process. It is believed the subject fled the scene after running into a light post near Penell street. The drivers door was left open, car still running with a trail of urine that led back to Powell Street."
^That's not verbatim, but pretty close. And no, I didn't rat him out.
