Went with some friends to a bar the other night. Before we went to bar we got some dinner. The friend that drove his car manages to eat very little food and I noticed him pounding back the scotch whiskey like water.

I asked him if he was getting a jump start on the evening? To which he kept on drinking while we ate our dinner. After 1 hour waiting for our table, and his drinking at the bar and drinking during OUR dinner, he was plastered. We finished dinner around 10pm and it was still raining outside. Our drunk friend got beligerent and insisted that he drive to the bar. I refused to ride with his drunk *ss and told him as agreed beforehand that I would be the DD for the night. He walked toward the car and slurred out that he would just pull the car up, since it was raining, and I could drive them the rest of the night.

We waited, and waited and waited till finally he comes running back to us screaming "call the police they have stolen everything." I was thinking sure. He slurrs out that they had stolen the radio, dash, and steering wheel. Suspicious of his alarm, I told him to go to the car and wait till the police arrived and I would be there in a second. I didnt call the police either.

I walk to the car, in the rain, and find him sitting in the backseat waiting for the cops to come. "Jerry, the next time it might help if you get in the front seat to look for the steering wheel." He hasnt lived that one down since the night it happened.

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