Bernie! No joke! Back in the day when drinking teens and drive-ins where the rage, me and about 5 other guys went to hang out. Bernie got to ride in the trunk (the sneak seat). Bernie passed out, and we didn't even pay any mind to the fact that he didn't jump out (or that we didn't let him out) of the trunk after we got the speakers in the windows. We just left the car and went to the snack bar spot where everyone gathered. Who is thinking about Bernie? Later on ... the guy managing the drive-in is asking around for the driver of the car where all the kicking and banging and yelling is coming from. Busted! I stumble with him to my car, and as I'm bumbling along to open the trunk ... I'm vividly remembering "Bernie". He was none the worse for the nap but barfed all over the trunk. What a foul smelly mess that was rolling out of my trunk! I got 86'ed from the drive-in and had to pay Bernie's way in. I drove home alone that hot, humid, sticky, smelly night, as everybody else managed an alternative ride (who'd-a-thunk-it), because my 68 Chevy bomb did not have air conditioning, and the aroma was unmanageable. On the drive home I conceptually invented air-conditioning (law suit still pending). I never did forget Bernie again.
2007-10-13 03:12:08
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answered by Anonymous
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I think Jc wins.
My sister had a moldy melon that rolled out a few shopping trips ago.
2007-10-12 14:30:15
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answered by Eric P 6
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