First, the night I was totally wasted and you kept slamming the breaks so I would fly forward out of my seat until the seatbelt caught me was pretty funny. It got even funnier when we actually got home and you were using your fancy buttons to roll the windows up and you didn't realize my arm was hanging out the window until I woke up and told you, which was only because you started to squash it. That was the same night, right?
Well, usually in the winter time, we would like to go driving around the side streets near Aaron and JD's place and go around corners and yank on the e-brake. Good, fun, I'm-hick-from-Maine-type stuff. Aaron used to work 2nd shift at some place and was on his way home for a lunch break right around the time JD, Travis, and I were coming home from boozing it up. Well, I'm driving along, minding my own business, when I start to take the turn onto the street I'm going to park on. Travis decides now would be a good timw to wail on the e-brake. Mind you, there's no snow on the ground or anything, he just thought it would be funny. Well, he did it at a perfect time. I was going fast enough and had turned my wheel enough that my tires caught and swung out the loudest, broadest 180 ever. Scared me a little at first, but it was pretty funny, and even funnier because it turns out Aaron was heading in the opposite direction on the same street and witnessed the whole thing.
Maybe you had to be there for both of those stories.
Good times. Good times.