UCF had this Hooters knock off place, with an amazing Wednesday night special

While at UCF in the mid to late 1990's there was a Hooter's knock off bar called the Wing Shack. The Wing Shack offered a special on Wednesday nights called Bladder Bust. The concept was simple. All you can drink until someone in the bar goes to the bathroom. If one 90 pound girl goes running to the bathroom, the whole bar has to start paying retail for their beer.

Well, this was the perfect fit for my rugby team. We piled in as it began at 7:00pm and we guarded the bathrooms so that nobody could spoil the fun. If anyone was going to the bathroom, they had to sprint out of the front door so that we would not catch them.

As you can imagine, the police really watched this place. Every Wednesday night, there were a half dozen cops in the parking lot waiting to hand out DUI's. This was a place where you had to have a designated driver and we took turns.

One Wednesday night, I went with a couple of redneck guys on the team: Riley and Vaughn. Vaughn was the designated driver that night. All night long, Vaughn was pounding beers. We kept telling him, "Watch out, the cops are going to get you," and "quit drinking, it's your turn to drive asshole." Well Vaughn kept drinking all night long and finally, when it was time to go, we all walked out to the parking lot. I hopped in the front seat (Shotgun). Riley hopped into the back and that dumbass Vaughn hopped into the back seat and threw his keys up front. Riley and I started yelling at Vaughn--get your ass up here and drive. You knew that you had to drive tonight—it’s your turn.

Vaughn would not budge. We were both drunk also, so we were not going to risk the DUI.

I then took the keys and started the car. From the passenger seat, I put it into reverse and backed out. I then put in into drive with my left leg on the gas and brake. I was leaning all the way to the right, so it really didn't look like I was driving. I told Vaughn that I was going to drive through the police area and if they stopped me, I would tell them that he just jumped in back.

He didn't reply.

So, here I go. I am in the passenger seat driving with my left hand and left leg leaning all the way to the right as we roll past the police cars. They already have two cars pulled over. They shined a flashlight into the drivers seat. I was thinking, we're dead, but they just waved us on by.

Believe it or not, I continued the two mile ride home driving from the passenger seat with no problems whatsoever.

I took Vaughn's keys away from him when I arrived at my house and I locked him outside so that he had to sleep in the car. And I never relied on him for transportation again.