One night at one of Shanehore’s infamous bonfire, roughly 1998. I got drunk, and surprise, I (surprise) got angry/depressed. I speed my car towards the bonfine so we can listen to NIN while we sit around the bonfire. This was when i learned that cars do not drive in mud. We towed it out with the tractor the next morning. My parents don’t even ask where the mud came from. Good times, good times.
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