So this one time, my buddy ( who happens to be slightly intoxicated at the time ) and myself ( who might also have been drinking heavily ) are driving home from a party. My buddy decides it'd be cool to cut through this brand new subdivision with $500,000+ homes. And then decides instead of taking the road, to hop the curb and drive through the front lawns of 30-40 houses parallel to the road. After house #40 or so, he hops back onto the road and we're about to (we think) exit the subdivision. Turns out we're in a cul de sac, and theres a FUCKING COP pulling in after us. We decide to play our cards and immediately turn around and pull up right next to the cop's open driver side window, and yell at him "Hey, how the hell do we get out of this damn maze!?!?! We're looking for xxxxx road!" Cop escorts us out of the neighborhood to said road, and we're on our way. Could've ended up real bad, but apparently he didn't notice the 1200 feet of tire tracks in everyone's finely primmed lawn. Us: 1 Police/Homeowners: 0
