From Anonymous:
So we were celebrating my friend Jim’s 21st birthday a week in advance on his neighbor’s roof. We used to climb up there all the time and kick it late at night because his neighbor was only there like once a month. It turns out tonight was the night he was getting back. I guess he drove up and parked across the street and when he saw six kids on his roof he freaked out and called the cops. We saw a police car drive up slowly and everyone grabbed the beer and quickly hopped off the roof to leave.
Only problem was, I tripped on my jump down and fell flat on my face on the lawn. I was pretty drunk so I barely wanted to get up at that point. Jim stuck around like a true homey would and tried to get me to hurry up, but by then it was too late and the flashlights were in our eyes. It was only one old cop dude. He took a beer from Jim and then pointed at a half full pitcher of old stale beer we had left near the house a couple days before and told me to pick it up. I stumbled over to it and handed it to him. Just as he started saying “I know you kids aren’t 21…” Jimbo hit the beer pitcher onto the cop and we ran as fast as we could. It was fucking awesome! If I hadn’t followed Jim I don’t know what I would have done though because the world was spinning like crazy. We ended up crouched in some bushes until the morning and watched the police car drive by twice. Then, I puked my brains out.
Only in College…
jim and i would get alone, everyone needs a friend like that hahaha
you owe your friend a handle or something