Never drink and run!

From: Ms Molly

This past summer, my sister and I were on our way home from the bar when we realized we needed smokes.

As we pulled into the gas station, I seen a group of real nice looking men coming out of the store. I was feeling really good,(mistake#1) and I know I looked nice, as I was wearing shoes with a 3 inch chunky (mistake#2)

I walked up and struck up a conversation with these fine gentlemen, when I realized that I knew a couple of them. As I was setting up the plans for us to go with them to a party, I hear my sister calling me across the parking lot. She is calling me by the most wicked nickname I have ever had. Fart Blossom. !!!!! (thanks dad)

I turn to run after her (mistake#3) to make her shut up, and as I ran across the parking lot, I hit a giant pot hole. The next thing I knew I was looking up at my sisters face, and hearing every one laughing at me. I could have died.

Needless to say, they left without us.

To make matters worse, I had broken my ankle, and the direction I was running in, was the complete opposite one from where my sister was standing.

The moral you ask? Never drink and run,and choose your shoes carefully.