Always use cotter pins on ball joints, and don't pick fights with extremely muscular men

So it was a rough weekend.   I was on my way back from Lafayette, on the highway, and all of the sudden I hear a big BOOM.  I swerve across the highway and come to a stop on the side of the road.  My tire is blown and is turned completely sideways.  I look at my lower ball joint and the nut had come off.  "huh, guess I didn't put the cotter pin through the castle nut," I said.  So AAA came and put my car on a flatbed. 35 miles and 70 dollars later, my car was back home.  Oh, and my axle was ripped out too, that was a 90 dollar replacement.  Awesome.

I went to a party on Saturday.  There was this real muscular guy there.  I'm talkin' about a 500+ pound bench.  Dude was HUGE.  Me and him were shootin the shit all night long.  Then some heavy music started playin and people started roughin each other up a bit.  Not fighting, just a little fun push and a shove.  So I told the big guy "don't make me go out there and whoop your ass"  So we started shoving each other and wrestling around.  This guy is strong as hell.  He would push me and I'd literally fly across the garage.  I'd pop right back up and go for more.

One particular time he pushed me and I slipped on some beer, fell, and hit my head.  Some other drunken idiots thought me and this guy, Pete, were fighting.  They were Pete's friends.  So these guys come up and start beating my ass, even though I was already unconscious from hitting my head.  I kept getting up, after regaining consciousness, and then someone would sucker punch me and I'd be out again.  Then some girl chimed in and said I hit her.  Her big bad ass boy friend comes up and starts sucker punching me. Repeatedly. I was knocked out probably 4 or 5 times.  But I kept getting back up, and didn't even have a chance to defend myself.  Pete comes up with his monster arms and chokes me out till I went limp.  Then my buddy tells everyone to leave me the fuck alone, and woke me up.  Every one was all pissed at me, for no reason.  All because they thought I was fighting Pete, and some girl SAID I hit her.  If I did in fact make any contact with her, it was because Pete picked me up and threw me and I came in contact with her.  I didn't throw a single punch.  Probably would have if I was at all conscious throughout this event.

It was pretty fun though.