Great...
I'd just got bored of reading the pub QOTW and settled down to do some essay, ahh well.

When camping with mates in Wales back in '06 we got a bit trolleyed and made the ill-informed decision to drive to the toilet block because we couldn't be arsed to walk. Mates #1 and #2 hop into the car and I (possibly as a protest at being denied the front seat) clambered onto the roof. Off we went, rather more quickly than was sensible and I begin sliding about on the roof, eventually managing to get their attention and tell mate #1 to slow down.

After getting back off the roof it became my job to flag the car through a bunch of trees in the pitch black to stop them hitting anything, in my drunken mind I decided that, as revenge for driving so fast, I would try to direct them to drive off the incredibly steep hill we were now atop. Being so dark they didn't realise how high up we were and started to move towards the edge of the hill before realising.

It was a good job the weather was so nice because if the grass had been wet/muddy then I reckon the car would have slid down the hill and smashed into the brick shithouse at the bottom.
(Dok Zombie Cash, gash, pie and mash., Thu 12 Feb 2009, 20:33, Reply)