
Originally Posted by
Tagus
We should turn this thread into a "my drunk driving story" thread... mostly so this story will fit in. SO this one time, I was about 18 driving my dad's mustang convertible pretty hammered, and totally side-swiped the entrance ramp wall on the highway. Did a pretty good number on the car, lost a side mirror, etc... my dad gets home from being out-of-town and flips out. I did the only thing any teenager with a survival instinct would do in this situation, and lied through my teeth... saying I swerved to miss a deer and hit a guard rail on a local road. My dad, being the conservative type who thought that saving the mirror was the most important thing, dragged my ass to the supposed spot of the accident and made me search for the mirror in the bushes. When I couldn't find it, he tried to climb down the ditch and slipped and fell and busted himself up pretty good, but the whole time I stuck to the lie, even after he fell.
I think the moral of the story is that drinking and driving makes you a horrible person, will cause you to create a web of lies to cover your ass, and you'll probably go to hell.