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     Ever have something happen that caused you to soil your y-fronts?
Here's one....

     Back about '85, me and three friends were hiking up the Vermilion River, heading for our old campsite; we planned to get it ready for the upcoming season. We stopped at the foot of a shale cliff to take a break-the water was only ankle deep, and even out in the center was only about waist-deep.

     An'hoo, we're standing there, smoking cigarettes, when Dave looks at his watch and says, "We probably should get movin", to which I replied, "Yeah....looks like it's clouding up over that way."

     No sooner had I said that, than a bolt of lightning struck the river's surface, not ten feet from where we were standing! I think I tried to run in about six different directions at once.

"FRESH UNDERPANTS" MOMENTS?

If Trevor replies I'm calling shennanigans.

*awaits Trevor's responce if there is one*

Just yesterday I was in the car with my mother. While driving I was speaking with her and she made brief eye contact with me, looking away from the road. I was looking her way and noticed some guy was merging into out lane and about to collide with our car. Immediately I screamed "Look out!"

She immediately swerved out of the way and pulled over to the side of the road. p**sed and frightened at the same time my mother gave a loud honk at the a***ole. Despite him being in front of us I was so furious with the poor driver I gave him the "one finger salute" hoping he'd see it in his rear view mirror.

Nahh...never had one of those at all.  :tongueout: :twirl: :wink: :teddyr:

    What about the incident with the case of LAW rockets and the Chinese Girl Scouts?
Or was that a different Trevor?

Anytime I get in the car with my dad driving.  A strong sedative first (preferably taken with alcohol);  clean undies and some extra strength Excedrin afterwards.

Yeah, I had a friend like that. Whenever he drove, I was either grabbing that handle at the top of the door (the "oh s**t" handle I call it), or stomping on the imaginary break that wasn't there on the passenger floor but I tried to stomp on anyway. Sometimes both.

Oh, man, I just thougt of another one.

When I worked at Guitar Center, I once volunteered along with a few other guys to help out with a Grand Opening of a new store in Las Vegas (VEGAS BABY!). So the four of us car pooled on the six-hour drive to Vegas from Phoenix.

During the drive back, I had dozed off in the back seat. It was dark. My wonderful coworkers decided that would wait until the next truck was coming in the opposite direction of the two-lane highway, and all scream as loud as they could.
All I remember is waking up to the three of them screaming while the lights of a semi were coming in our direction. To this day I can't believe I didn't soil my underpants.

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