At a Graduation party for Class of '77, I got on the roof of a brand new 4x4 and wizzed down the windshield, across the hood, down the sides... Not once, not twice, but three times throughout the evening. Hi, Bobby! You're still a pompous ass to this day! '78 Rules!
During my bachelor party I had to piss on the way to Cheetah in Pompano and stood on the middle row seat of the rented Aerostar while going down the turnpike at about 70 MPH. Holding on to the roof rack for balance, my fiance's cousins came by in their rented Lebaron convertible and put the wipers on, thinking it was a typical S. Floirda evening shower. Well, the light blue cotton pants I was wearing showed obvious signs of this misadventure when I got out of the van, so I had to go in to the club with my shirt untucked so I would look more presentable. I was really pissed off about being pissed on! BT
Beats some of the other things I could have done straight out of undergrad... Image Unavailable, Please Login
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I don't know which is the main subject for this thread, Pissed Off or Pissed. In case of emergency, don't you guys carry a bag which turns your piss into jell form? It's used for camping, and can get them at REI. I never get pissed off, I just force my will on others.