Fucked a classmate on a hill in a golf course at night...drove her over to a nearby friends house, drank, played video games, dropped her off, returned to friends house, continued drinking. Woke up sweaty, but otherwise clean.
Alternative Manly Moment
Took a motorcycle accident on the highway like a champ. Wearing my lucky full-faced helmet and my favorite Iron Maiden T-shirt, I was cruising along the left lane on 121 near DFW airport, en route to Ft. Worth. 3 SUV's were in front of me and immediately started braking.
The first (and previous to this) accident I was in happened because my brakes locked, and I spilled onto the road in front of me. So these massive SUV's are stopping in front of me quickly, I'm a good distance from them, but traffic is WHIZZING by on the lane to my right...can't swerve...the closest of the 3 SUVs stopping takes up the emergency shoulder, so now there are 2 SUV's side by side forming a wall, and the BEGINNING of a concrete divider to the left of this shoulder-hog....
My only option is this stretch of grass in the highway median. So, for the first time, I try laying it down intentionally. I glide over to the grass, apply brakes, and go sideways. Grass is raising upward to the left of my head, and I'm thinkin' this ain't so bad...when suddenly I'm interrupted. I failed to notice a pvc pipe sticking out of the ground a foot...I'm thinking that's where they would've expanded the concrete divider, there's a lot of construction around there. But my front tire stops on that pvc pipe, and it vaults me over near the on-coming half of the median. Back of my helmet and my right love handle hits the dirt.
People were around me very quickly, but I was fine. Sore on my right side, but good because of the helmet. They help me lift my bike up, it starts, but the handlebar is bent to SHIT. So now my throttle is more at level with my gas tank, while my clutch is where its always been. I ride the rest of the distance to Ft. Worth lopsided...luckily there was a motorcycle parts store on the way, and I had enough money to get the handlebar replaced...
...but first things first, I was on my way to a haircut appointment with my buddy who's a hair-stylist and lead singer of The Phuss, Josh Fleming. I got many compliments about how calm and non-chalant I was about just getting done with a motorcycle wreck...dirt all over my Iron Maiden shirt, and picking out dirt of my fresh road rash to prove it.
Felt good...well...the next couple of days didn't feel too good, but it felt manly.