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 Member 175 Level 58.82 Mar 2006 
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My one "horror story" didn't involve a long wait, actually.
A few years ago I was walking home drunk from a party when a ghetto-ass van pulled up to my side and someone yelled out my name. I was sure I was gonna get kidnapped but it turned out to be my friend Danny who was about to go smoke some pot with a slew of other friends. Feeling I could be up for a little pick-me-up, I went. To paraphrase a potentially long and completely unneeded subplot: One of our buddies had an accident involving a gravity bong in a bucket, a makeshift stool that collapsed underneath him and he fractured his neck. So, all of us high as fuck and me still a little drunk, we decide to pack into the van and drive our buddy Cesar to the E.R. because it looked pretty serious. We all carry him inside and he's not even conscious and they take him immediately. We're there for about 30 minutes and the E.R. doctor comes into the waiting lobby with a sheriff's department officer and comes to where we were. He explains to us that our friend suffered a mild neck sprain and that he'll have to wear a neck brace for a few weeks and that was that. Then he asks us point blank: "What were you boys doing when this happened?" ... .. . Being the one closest to sobriety in the entire group, I felt it was my responsibility to half-ass a story on the fly to offset the fact that there was a burly white man with a badge looking like he was ready to take a group of Mexican guys who I'm sure he could tell were high as fuck. However, I didn't even get a chance to formulate the sentence in my head before I just hear my friend Danny blurt out, "Uh... Uh... We were playing soccer!" Really, Danny? Soccer? At 2:45 am on a Saturday night we were playing soccer? We're some VERY DEDICATED MOTHERFUCKERS, AREN'T WE?!?! I was convinced we were about to get arrested. In the end, the doctor just told us that he would be done patching up our boy and that we would be there for another hour. By the time that happened, we were all scared sober and drove home. I don't even remember what the fuck happened after that. I just remember waking up in the van with a horrible headache and a half-finished 30 pack of Keystone in a cooler on the floor next to me. That's how I killed my hangover. Additional Spam:
Jam it back in, in the dark.
Last edited by Paco; Mar 1, 2008 at 02:06 AM.
Reason: This member got a little too post happy.
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Paco