Never try to climb tall, pointed, metal fences...
This was quite a funny experience...
It was my senior year of high school and I went on an Auto-mechanic field trip to Waco, Tx. It was for an automotive engineering contest thingymajig. Our teacher was really cool and laid back about pretty much everything. It was Jerry, Ryan, another Ryan, Chris, my auto-mechanics teacher, and me...6 guys that liked to party.
Me and my other friends got together and brought along 2 30 packs, and 4 liters of vodka...I think that was enough for us all for 4 days. Out of 1 of those 4 days, we managed to get wasted and think of a great idea to leave our hotel room and venture out to find a Wendys...
Just our luck, they closed off the hotel and shut the gates. So now, we've got a 6 foot tall, pointed, metal fence to climb (...so we thought). Well, we climbed it the night before, no problem, no accidents...But this time, I'm a little more out of myself...I start up, I'm getting over just fine, then catch my dumb leg and fall down on the other side. I'm thinking its all good cuz I made it on the other side without killing myself...
Then I feel my ass is getting kinda cold, there's a draft or something. I ripped my jeans, at least 7 inches, across my ass. Ha, everyone thought it was funny, even me...we still went to Wendy's and got us some burgers though...mmmmm
The really funny part was that there was an OPEN gate a little away from our room...we only checked 1 gate right out front to see if it was open...WOW, we felt dumb.
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