Friday night was spent with several good friends a a beachside bar playing pool, drinking heavily and trying not to fall off the deck into the water. We had a designated driver, but, my truck was the vehicle of the night. A goo time was had by all and only finished when my buddy Gary took a dump in the urinal trough. We never admitted guilt, but, we were unceremoniously asked to leave. Considering the amount of money we'd spent of food and drinks, they should have been happy to let us crap wherever we felt so inclined.
As we exited the building, Gary calls shotgun... keep in mind, this is my truck, I'm just not driving. Plus, given that Gary was more likely than not to vomit, I didn't want him in the cab let alone the passenger seat up front. I had visions of trying to pick puke particles out of my AC vents. Needless to say, there was a scuffle and Gary ended up getting dumped in the bed of the truck and left on the front lawn of his house shortly thereafter.
To make a long story short, it is patently obvious that the owner of the vehicle should never suffer the indignity of not getting shotgun or better (unless, possibly, his Mother is also riding in the vehicle). What other rules of 'Shotgun' should self evident.
Originally posted by Hand of HecateCar must always be in view. You can't call shotgun when you're nowhere near the car yet.
Friday night was spent with several good friends a a beachside bar playing pool, drinking heavily and trying not to fall off the deck into the water. We had a designated driver, but, my truck was the vehicle of the night. A goo time was had by all and only finished when my buddy Gary took a dump in the urinal trough. We never admitted guilt, but, w ...[text shortened]... Mother is also riding in the vehicle). What other rules of 'Shotgun' should self evident.
Originally posted by Hand of HecateI am glad that you don't drink and drive. Alcohol and gasoline don't mix. I tried it once, it tasted like gakk. 😛
Friday night was spent with several good friends a a beachside bar playing pool, drinking heavily and trying not to fall off the deck into the water. We had a designated driver, but, my truck was the vehicle of the night. A goo time was had by all and only finished when my buddy Gary took a dump in the urinal trough. We never admitted guilt, but, w Mother is also riding in the vehicle). What other rules of 'Shotgun' should self evident.
