[gibbsisgod]

Originally Posted by 724Skinsfan

I got drunk at another party in Blacksburg and had a friend drive me back to Roanoke. At a rest stop (Ironto) I told my friend to pull over cause I had to puke. He, being the funny guy, pulls into a well lit spot about a hundred yards walk to the nearest building, bush, tree or anything that I could use as "cover" for my hurling activities. I finally make it behind the restroom building and puke. We get back into the car and continue on. Around mile marker 148 there is a truck weigh scale station. I gotta puke again and tell my friend to pull over. He's says "Man, we're only a couple of miles from your house". I said "it's your car, dude". He immediately pulls over on the side of I-81 right in front of the weigh station (run by the Virginia state law enforcement). I get out and hurl. It's about 4am, I'm tired, drunk and just need to go to sleep. So I did. Right there on the cool, dewey grass by the weigh station until I'm woken up by a super bright light fixed on my face. Yup, a state trooper witnessed the whole thing, walked across the scales and gave me all kinds of shit. I think he thought I was alone and driving at first. I can't remember what I said (or did) but he let me off and told my friend to get me home.

Anticlimatic, I know but I'm saving some crazy ones for later in this thread.

thats a good one. all these stories are bringing back so many memories of my own drunken escapades.