Rob Dyrdek is correct: you are stronger when you are drunk

Once, many years ago in Tucson, I went with some friends to the drive-in movie. We were there with two or three other cars full of people.

Between the two movies, a guy I don’t know opens my back door and then proceeds to basically rip out a chunk of my back seat (that was not meant to even go down, let alone be removed).

He’s standing there with the chunk of seat and turns and looks at me and basically mumbles that he’s in the wrong car (NO FUCKING SHIT) and hands me the seat piece.

Why, dude? I don’t think I ever got that part of my seat back in properly.

The end. That’s the post. I figure if I’m going to write here it’s going to be a lot of random crap, so here you go.

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