Ahhh, I remember the last sleep-over, it was out at the farm, Julie's parent's place (I went to school with Julie's brother). Stil back in high school......
We lit a huuuge bonfire out in the field, stole a bunch of nasty "cornshine" from a buddy's dad, it was evil stuff. One buddy nicked "Boner" (6'2', 120lbs) dropped his glasses away from the bonfire, so he carved a huge circle in the fresh, steaming cow-turd to mark where they were, with his bare hands
Later on he ripped his pants and underwear off, used them to make a torch so he could find his glasses, not the best thing to see your buddy wrecked on moonshine, tool box swinging all over the place, covered in cow turd.
We all passed out in the back of my Ford Ranger (after getting Boner some clothes from the farm of course), parked nose-down on a hill, it rained hard, we were all head-first towards the cab, we all almost drowned by the morning since the sealed box liner was filling with water.
Nice.
Don't drink moonshine, this is the only recommendation I can make right now!
