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So I'm leaving a sister's apartment after having a few. Keep in mind it was just a few--maybe just 3 beers or so because I have to wake up at 8 in the morning to dance the hula at a friggin' ceremony at the Marine Corps base...I'm not drunk at all.
My car was parallel parked on the street and I'm ready to go home. I'm turning my wheel all the way to try to get out of that friggin' tight ass spot and I'm like..."ISHT. I keep on hitting the curb." Only it wasn't the curb. I hit the car in back of me like 6 times.
It didn't look like the car had any damage to its bumper and mine didn't have any.
Damn I'm an idiot.
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