I've told this story in other threads but one night at a party I took a bunch of Klonopin and we started playing the drinking game where you spin a quarter and chug your beer till it stops. Well my quarter stopped but I thought " I'll be a badass and finish off my beer"
Consumed in a haze I notice some black dude with dreads sitting on a toilet is tapping me "Yo dawg. Let me get that. Yo dawg! Let me get that!" I quickly sit up and hand him the toilet paper roll I had been using as a pillow on the floor.
Ah fuck.... I'm in jail... Yep. Jail.
I had already made my call because I was quickly bonded out. I had no idea as to how or why I was arrested so I started reading the police report.
Apparently I decided to go back behind the cooler at a 7-11 and help myself to a 12pk because it was past 2am and alcohol sales had stopped. The lady yelled at me to stop and said she was calling the cops. To which I responded.
"Call the fucking cops" and then sat down on the curb of the store drinking beer waiting for the cops when my car was right in front of me... Thank God.
I then get a call from my friend who yells through the phone.
"Dude! Where the fuck are you? Everyone is looking for you to beat your ass."
"What?"
"You stole everyone's shit at the party last night."
"No I didn't."
I then walk around to the trunk and open it up. I am absolutely stunned by what I see. A bunch of clothes, shoes, purses, wallets in the clothes, a vase, stereo and a giant bag of Kibbles and Bits... WTF!
As I was told by my friend everyone decided to go skinny dipping at some point and when they all got out I was gone with all their clothes, purses and the other assorted items. I wound up apologizing, explaining exactly what happened and returning all the stuff with little more than a few laughs and some looks of disbelief.