The "Where's My Car?" thread was a drunken post, and I would apologize for it but since Wackbag is in zany horse humping happy dildo mode, everyone seemed to let it slide. Anyway, let me tell you about the hike back to my apartment. From 9:30 Friday night to 5:30 Saturday morning, I was pretty much drinking my balls off and hopping all over town. The last place I went was a friend's apartment, where a few of us were enjoying some Burger King and attempting to sober up a little as it was 5:30 in the fucking morning. At around 6am, I said my goodbyes, head out the door, and began the 3 mile hike back to my apartment. Halfway to my destination, I heard a dog barking at me from across the street. At first I ignored it, but then out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a large four-legged monster crossing the street. SHIT!!! So it was dark and no one was around, which meant if this thing decided to have me for breakfast I'd have no way of getting help. The dog kept a distance of about 5 yards behind me, keeping its pace with mine and barking angrily. Great, its stalking me. I tried my best to ignore it and not give away the fact that I was petrified. During this time, two, that's right, two taxis passed me, which means I had two chances to have an advantage over the situation. Taxis in Oklahoma? You don't get opportunities like this! But I was afraid that if I made any sudden movements (such as hailing a taxi), this beast would kill me. Kujo followed me for a good half a mile, and eventually got bored and ran off. Maybe the thing was just making sure I wasn't going to hang around in his turf. I have never been so scared in my life.