So a few friends and I go out to play some frisbee golf at one of the parks near us. When we finished, we were heading to one of the guys girlfriends house for a cookout, and the other friend complained about his stomach not feeling so hot. So were driving back roads heading towards friend 1's GF's house, and friend 2 decides he's going to relieve some of the stomach pressure a bit. Believe it or not, this is the most foul smelling fart I've ever smelled in my entire life, and it's dutch oven trapped in my god damn car. I'm calling him out the entire time, and we don't even make it to friend 1's GF's, we stop at Kroger's so friend 2 can relieve himself some more. It's then I realize, he didn't actually fart in my car, as his T-shirt has a brown stain at the bottom of it. Friend 1 and I notice it while walking into Kroger's and DIE laughing the entire time walking through Krogers (we didn't tell friend 2 about it). He takes care of his business, and we leave. When we get to friend 1's GF's, I look in the back seat and there's this GIANT stain on the back seat, probably the size of a basketball. It was so DISGUSTING. So the next day I have to take my car into the shop to have it's suspension fixed, and I didn't even clean the stain off the seat.
The mechanic (who is another one of my friend's dads) asks me, "someone lose control?" I started cracking up.
A few weeks pass, and we go to a party at UC... Shockingly enough, I have to drive friend 2 back to Dayton that night, and he's white boy wasted. He says "I'm not feeling so good" while were driving down the highway. I tell him to roll down his window as I was slowing down a bit. He rolls this window down enough to ash a cigarette, not enough to vomit out of. So he spews ALL OVER the inside AND outside of my car.... Needless to say, said friend isn't allowed to ride in my car unless he wears a poncho, brings a trashbag to sit on, and another trashbag in case he has to blow chunks.