is there a car coming/will a growing lad literally and absolutely shit his pants in front of his friends?
Ktulu O'Ryleh's post reminded me...

with friends, go to free party in some godforsaken part of Devon back in the day, and soak up the atmosphere. then...

in the early hours of the morning, take four weary occupants and a less-than-legal driver in a shitty little car and approach a crossroads that you've driven over a thousand times - "hell, I KNOW these roads" - which happens to be a country lane crossing a fuck-off main road.

let the driver wonder, "D'you reckon there's any cars on the road?"

watch in wonderment and disbelief as driver switches off headlights for a foolproof method to display the viabilty of oncoming or cross-coming traffic.

foot down. drive the fuck over.

yes, as it happens, there was a car coming.
we missed it by a matter of feet.
his reasoning was sound, although his judgement was spoilt by NOT FUCKING LOOKING.

I should point out that I didn't actually shit my pants, but that's as near as I've been since I wore nappies.
( nightbuffalo needs more duct tape, Sat 26 Jul 2008, 4:05, Reply)