This reminded me of a humorous story. A buddy of mine was going on a blind date. We were all curious to know how the date was going and we didn't want to wait all night for the report.
So we decided to meet up at the Dairy Queen down the road from the cemetary. If the date was going well David was going to order a chocolate milk shake. If it wasn't he was going to order vanilla.
It was vanilla. Me and a couple of other guys all dressed in black got up and left and went to the cemetary where we smeared white paint all over our faces then hid in the bushes.
David and his date left the Dairy Queen and drove to the cemetary. She was asking what they were doing there when the 3 of us jumped out of the bushes at the car. I jumped onto the hood and was looking in the windshield growling.
The girl freaked out and with her left foot punched the accelerator. I am now clinging to the hood of an Oldsmobile Delta 88 as the car is flying through the cemetary and David frantically trying to steer the car and get her to stop. I'm screaming. This is making her scream. David thinks he's going to wreck so he's screaming. Gilbert and Eddie are back at the jump point screaming.
Did I happen to mention that the Police Station is next door to the cemetary?
No charges were filed but me and the girl had to change underwear. I think one officer is still laughing.
