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Reminds me of the time my buddy Jimmy Pearl was driving home from The Cattleman's Club one night at closing time and saw something rising up from his back seat in the rear view mirror. Jimmy P started screaming like a little bitch as he drove his car through a barbed fence and into a field before bailing and running a hundred yards or so still screaming.
Turns out one of the other patrons at the bar got fucked up and passed out in Jimmy P's back seat thinking it was his own and woke up, wondering just who in the hell was stealing his car.
Any time we went drinking with Jimmy P after that, you could count on him leaving the bar every half hour or so to check on his vehicle.
Hahahaha! Boy, That really made my morning!
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Wouldn't it have been easier if Jimmy P just locked the car's doors?
ReplyDeleteThat's why he was checking his vehicle so often, to see if anybody broke in.
DeleteOk... Cattlemens Club... Do we want to know?
ReplyDeleteIt was a saloon on the outskirts of Riverbank City of Action.
DeleteDang I was hoping for local House of the Rising Sun!
DeleteI'm that paranoid guy who never gets in without checking.
ReplyDeleteJimmy P.'s tale slayed me, man. It's is now on Fecesbook. With proper attribution, of course.
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