UndergroundFarmer
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I've luckily forgotten most of the really stupid stuff that I've done. I do remember a story my mom told me about my stepdad trying to drive home from a party where weed and whiskey were abundant. It was in the wee hours on a windy dirt road in northeastern Oklahoma. He looked at the speedometer in amazement and said "Wow!! A hundred miles an hour!!!" Mom was sober and for the life of me I don't know why she didn't grab the keys earlier. She looked at him and said "That's TEN miles an hour!! Stop the car now."