So it’s 1990… Hurtling down the wrong side of I40 between Needles and Barstow, just for kicks, at 95 miles per hour on 4 bald tires after eating a handful of reds washed down with a quart of Gin… Some bimbo that you picked up at a seedy, shot-out motel in Pacoima, sitting… Well… Half passed out in the passenger’s seat , playing braless peek-a-boo probably qualifies as a lapse in judgement, right?


Beyond being in contention for a Darwin award, it seems that some might think it more worthy of judgement passing than, say, Jaywalking.


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