So we all ventured down to a wintersleep concert (what the fuck was I thinking), get into a couple of close calls, as per usual when there are douchebags around. Leave the bar before the concert is over, for a couple smokes/pizza... get a text from my roomate "dude I just drove into your truck and then into the house"... I reply "is the car alright"... "yeh man, I just can't move my car"... so I chow down my pizza and head home... I come up the driveway to a car that is rearended into the house on a hill of ice and has no where to go.. So me being the fuckin Einstein I am... I think fuck if I can get the truck close enough (it's terrible with snow and hill combos because its RWD), I can hook up the ratchet tie strap in my truck and bouce it out off the wall... A few back and forths later, I get the truck close enough and the rest is history... we get the car off the way.. and we're away scotch free. Fuck I wish I didn't have drunken roomates who thought it was a good idea to drive over the icey lawn... and I'm currently deaf as fuck. /end
i once experienced something similar, only we ended up on a drunk dudes front lawn and i was freezing cold. Al's parents were cool with it, so it was a win.
You don't like Wintersleep, or just didn't like their live show? I like them, but have never seen them live ..
bit of both, not quite my music, that and the show had a much of fuckin morons who thought they were at a Metallica concert or something and were all over the place.
so after a daylight inspection of my truck, he did more than "nudge" my truck.. the whole drivers side door is pushed in below the trim line.
It just adds character to that truck. Allan ran into my car so I ran into his van. Life is fun when you have shitty cars.
