Drive-In movies used to have a deal where they charge you one price for your car regardless of how many people were in it. My friend Brad and I crammed as many as we could into our cars. I had a mid-sized Buick ('72 Skylark,) he had a 73 Honda Civic (tiny barely describes it.) 8 people total, and beer, lots of cheap shit beer. I was blotto by the second feature, and wandered off to the woods to wretch. My body decided to utilize all orifices in this endeavor, so I basically threw up, pissed and pooped all at once, for what seemed like forever. When I recovered, I made my way back to my car, which luckily was empty because everybody else was drunk too and wandering around, making out in the woods, etc... So, long story short, I drove my nasty ass home, and everybody else had to cram into Brad's subcompact to get home. People were very pissed at me for quite a while, but they would not have wanted to be in that car with me.
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