In a house I used to live in there was a bathroom by the back door. One night I got up to use the rest room. My roommates were still up. I walked through the right door, not the left. I ended up outside in my underwear. Did what I needed to do, turned around to go back to bed and there were my roommates standing in the garage laughing at me.
What ever happened to truth, justice and the American Way?
Well, I streaked up Welch Ave at 1:50am on a Friday night. Made it past all the cops at the fire station, headed towards Stanton Heights (where I lived) with nothing but shoes and my keys and phone in my hand. Unfortunately there were cops busting a party at the 'yellow house' and they got me just before the door. $150 public intox fine later and a night in jail and I really don't regret it. Not only a great story but a name for all my fantasy sports teams, The Welch Ave. Streakers!
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I drove. The next morning, my truck wasn't at my house. I had no idea where I parked it. I had to have someone drive me around town for an hour until I found it parked in front of Chuckie Cheese.
I drove. The next morning, my truck wasn't at my house. I had no idea where I parked it. I had to have someone drive me around town for an hour until I found it parked in front of Chuckie Cheese.
Have had a similar experience where buddies and I where in IC for the EIU/ISU game all of us are loaded, parked car on side street. Next day go to street where we thought we parked a car no car. Check tow lots no car. Assumed it was stolen..walking back to friends to call police when it amazingly appeared in a different location.
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