Alright, I'll tell it.

So SpaZ was throwing a graduation/end-of-the-school-year party. Me, Brian and his girlfriend Mary picked up the keg, a case of MGD, about 200 jello shots, and I believe a bottle of vodka. All of this is in my trunk. Now, keep in mind that were all 18, and me and Brian were both about to ship off to boot camp in a month or so. So we're sitting at a stop light, waiting for the car in front of us to turn right, and he STARTS to turn, but doesn't commit to it. I thought he had turned, so I was looking left, saw an opportunity to turn, and rear-ended the fucking guy with commitment issues.
Now I'm thinking, "fuck, I have a lot of fucking liquor in the trunk. I gotta get this shit outa here before the cops show up." So I asked the guy I hit if he could wait a few minutes before he calls the cops. He said he would call his dad, and then call the cops when his dad got there. So I called SpaZ. He got there in less than 10 minutes. Now, driving normally, it would take you prolly 25 minutes to get there, but apparently SpaZ wanted to go 110 in a 45 in his dad's Yukon so he could get there as fast as possible. We pulled up behind the gas station nearby and transferred all the booze into the Yukon and Brian, Mary and SpaZ took off.

So the guy's dad gets there, we call the cops, they show up and say "where did the accident happen? ...oh, this isn't our jurisdiction, we'll get the other department over here." We then proceeded to wait for a fucking hour before the other department shows up. They didn't even look at the cars. It was bullshit.

I'm sure SpaZ will chime in with more.
That's the only interesting accident I've ever had.

Lawl 110 in a Yukon?

PUSHIN' IT BRO

97 GMC Yukon, 350ci TPI V8.


That thing was a beast.

Ah 97. Too bad they're making those cars pussies now.

But SS TrailBlazers for the win.

Too many electronic controls on these things nowadays.