This was years ago. We were standing outside the house on frat row when a Toyota Celica nearly hit a friend of mine as it rolled up on the sidewalk outta control. The driver apologized, offered us some cocaine to which we politely declined. They parked down the street and went inside their apartment. 20 minutes later the kegs at the party were tapped when I had a brilliant idea. In my trunk were 3 cases of beer. Down the street their car had an open sunroof. I offered everyone leaving the party a beer for a #1 in the sunroof and two beers for a #2. All in all three shits were taken and we went through all the beer. I'll let you do the math on that. Moral of the story. Don't nearly hit my friend w/ your car then tell me you're a cokehead.