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when i was a freshman in college a bunch of us walked down to the mini-mart/gas station that would sell us beer, having already gotten completely trashed on some synthetic ethanol we stole from the chemistry lab. it had a tax label on it, so we figured it was safe to drink... and by safe i mean a slightly reduced probability that we would die. anyway, we went in, got our beer, walked maybe 20 ft. down the sidewalk and each opened a bottle to chug... when i was done with mine i suddenly had an intense longing for the sound of shattering glass. so i hurled the bottle back towards the gas station. it turns out that in the time that it took me to chug the beer, a cop had pull into the gas station. the bottle landed like 3 feet from him. lucky for me he was already gassing up his car and couldn't or didn't feel like leaving it unattended to chase down some drunk kids...
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