Re: Your Finest Hour
Oh, that would the time I backed my buddy's new Ford Ranger into a mud hole that was about 4 feet deep. Yeah, we were drunk. Five hours later I pulled him out with my 4x4 Yota, but not before we filled his nice cloth interior with some primorial slop. I popped over to his house the next day to discover his interior was gutted and stewn all over his front yard, and he was standing in drive with a garden hose rinseing out his truck. And yes, we are still friends
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<br /><br />My second finest hour would be the time I stuck my 4Runner in some primorial slop in the middle of the night on the coldest night of the year. After digging for hours, we called a tow truck. He got there about midnight and stuck his big tow rig, which then ran out of gas. At about 2:30AM I was out and the tow truck was out, and about 8 or ten tow truck employees were out there. I didn't make any freinds that night.<br /><br />The on my son's 15th birthday we went bowling. On the way home I noticed the gate to an interesting little trail was open, so I decided to explore. About five hours later we were all covered in mud, mud all inside the truck, my son and his friends all pi$$ed off at me, a buddy in Dodge 4x4 pulled us out.<br /><br />Maybe my absolute FINEST hour was the time I stopped up the toilet
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