Drunk happens
Sometimes you end up DDing your drunkass friends back from Long Beach and when you park, you find this:
Thank god for StrongCannon who, despite the shock of seeing “jingle jangles”, managed to pull Harp out of my car and into the backseat of a Kia where he remained passed out, ass in the air, until he woke up sweating from the hot, Mexican sun, and called me at 10:30am to ask how the hell he ended up sleeping in a car overnight.
I have yet to hire a forensics team to examine the integrity of my poor Prius for signs of being “harp’d.”
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