I don't remember doing this, but it's true. When I was 3, I went to Zoar Village with my parents and friends. Apparently I took a massive dump in my pants, and my parent's didn't have a backup pair of undies. So they took my underpants, cleaned them off in one of the bathrooms, and I just put my shorts back on. After the day was over, we were on our way to our friends house, so we didn't go home to get an extra pair for myself. My dad slightly rolled down the window, stuck my underpants out the window, and then rolled the window back up so they were hanging outside. My dad was going about 70 down these country roads trying to dry my drawers, and whipped by a cop who promptly pulled us over. My parents explained to the cop what happened and he laughed his ass off when he saw me in the back seat sound asleep. He let us go, but told my dad to watch his speed.
