Last night, I went to a party. Of course, alcohol was involved. I went there with my 2 friends, and one of them was driving. After getting home at like 1:30 (one hour past my curfew), my friend that drove told me he was going back, and I knew it was to see a girl. 30 minutes later he missed a curve and went into the ditch. Then he started flipping. No body knows how many times he flipped or how he is still alive. I went to where his truck was towed, and I can say it was royally ****ed. The whole front is pretty much destroyed, the windows are smashed, and there are dents in the sides from flipping. After, I went to his house and all he had was a bandage on his hand because it was swollen. I now know why they say friends don't let friends drink and drive.
Yeah, a few Christmas's ago my brother was coming home from college to see the family. On his way, he ended up skidding out, slid sideways, and flipped his car. A friend was driving home on the same day and they stayed close the entire day, and his friend said he counted his car flip five or six times. My brother walked out with a scratch on his leg.
When my mom was in college one of her friends was driving his beetle back to her house but he was a little tired. He fell asleep and they started flipping and almost went over the median. The only injuries that occurred was a concussion and some scratches.
****, I WISH I had HBO. My room is the ONLY room still on basic Cable. My mothers room has a cable box, as does the main room.