These stories go from humor above to stupidity here.
Most of us have one of those moments. The ones where you know better but the little horned demon on your shoulders, fueled by alcohol, talks you into it. I was in the Army stationed at Ft. Carson. It was a fall evening and me & one of my buddies (Zeke Zaralka, big pollack from Illinois) had made the short drive in my car into Colorado Springs to kill (drown) as many brain cells as possible. After slaughtering more than either one of us could afford to lose, we decided to head back to base - and why not take a pint of Jack back with us. Sure it was against the rules, but our little demons assured us it would be okay, after all the MP’s had never stopped us before. As I approached the gate the MP jumped in the middle of the road with his hand up. Immediately both our rear ends started taking bites out of the front seat. Just in case they happened to glance in the car, Zeke had stuffed the pint down the front of his pants. Not only did they stop us, but the first thing they said was, “Get out of the car”. My mind is thinking, Oh 💩💩💩, and my sphincter factor was a 12 on the 1-10 tight scale. Zeke played on our unit football team, and as he came out of my car, all 6’5”, 250#’s, he suddenly bent over & grabbed his crotch. I immediately knew what happened (yes, the bottle had started falling). In a moment of clarity, brought on by fear, I ran around the front and steadied Zeke while asking him if he was okay. The MP’s wanted to know what’s going on. Zeke was scared 💩less & speechless and said nothing. He later told me he figured I had a plan. I told them he’d got injured in the groin during a recent game & was suppose to be resting but stupid me had taken him out. I started helping him back in the car. Now the MP’s are concerned. They don’t want to get into trouble so they want to call a base ambulance. I assured them the Dr said this might happen & all he needed was getting back in the barracks and some rest. I got Zeke in the car. The MP’s still want to get help, but I’d ran around & jumped in starting the car, so they let us go. We were too scared to laugh until much later. Not my finest moment, and I had no idea what the penalty was for sneaking hard booze on the base - The Rack? Firing squad? Beheading? I can assure y’all of one thing, old Hagar never tried that stunt again.
Btw, y’all don’t try this at home guys. 😂😂🤣😂😂