Rather self-explanatory. I've only been drinking for like 4 years, yet I have dozens of hillarious and interesting stories that took place when i was wasted. I'm sure many of you do as well.
here's a doozy:
My 16th summer. me and 3 buddies are knocking back a few in a parking lot before going to a club. minutes after we start, 2 bike cops ride by, and we put the beers under our seats. They see us do this, and glance into the windows. Of course, they see my beer only partially hidden under the seat. They ask us to open the car and the trunk, and I wasn't too worried since cops are usually cool and will just take the booze, but before you know it I was in 'cuffs. They tell us we're walking to the police station, so I'm like "can't you drive us there?' It turns out the police station was directly in back of the parking lot.
A small fine and 12 hours of counseling later, my juvenile record was once again clean.
