Yup, friend got plastered drunk and could not drive. We drove her home and got her in the drive to her garage. All she had to do was move forward like 10' and get out. Next time I'm there I get both parents 'when she gets like that again bring her ALL the way in. Apparently she hit the fucking side of the garage. Raised different indeed. My mom (and this girls mom too now that I think about it) would get us booze/beer/liquor. Frankly drinking got boring after I could do it legally.I still remember when I was 17 and threw a party for some friends. One friend drank so much she puked all over the couch, crashed, and the next morning looked like dead hammered dogshit someone had reheated in a microwave. I drove her home and helped her get to her door. Her mom opens the door, I have no idea what to expect, and she just points and starts cackling at her daughter.
We gen-Xers were raised different....
Unrelated and wholly random :
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I took auto shop in high school (to fuck off mostly) and someone donated a 1963 AMC Ambassador Station Wagon to the shop class. Our shop teacher was cool as hell (he went drinking with us on the weekends - we were ALL underage) and decided to get the car running and put it in the demolition derby during the county fair. One of our 'tests' was to take it to the edge of the woods and knock all the glass out of it. Pic isn't the exact one but it's the same year/brand.Remember when cars looked like this?
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