We had a LAN party when I first started driving. And at like 11:30 we decided to make a food run at a local dot shop which was within walking distance, but since I could drive, I decided to take some people, i could only fit 5 but more wanted to squeeze in, I said no so Steve and John sat on my hood. So I had my friend Adam (who was alot more built than both of them) get out of the car and get them away so he was chaing them around the car untill they backed off and he ran back into the car. So as soon as he gets in, i floor it... well just before i floored it, Steve ran and dove onto my hood. Welp... my car (at the time was an 88 Cadillac ElDorado with a big old 4.5L V8) took off really fast. I think you can see how this went, his kneed was right through the center of my windshield. The bastard was fine, not a mark on him, no pain, nothing.
So I was freaking out, i was 17 and just got the fucking thing, i knew my parents would kill me. So I stayedh ome and they walked to the mart, and they came back with "something to cheer me up". So Im like thanks guys, what is it. They handed me a douche.
Later at like 3 AM my friend Jim decided to read the box outloud to us, really loudly, and then squirted it at everyone.