A couple of years ago after being into the local bar all night Tony and I decided to get some chicken before we started looking for a ride home. We got a snack each before we realized the seating area was closed so we had to go outside. It was freezing cold out and we didn't want to sit on the side of the road and eat so we started checking cars. We found one that didn't have the doors locked and got in the back seat and started eating. As we were eating we were throwing the bones all over the car; on the floor, on the seat, on the dash, everywhere - laughing our heads off. All of a sudden there were 4 guys outside the car and one of the opened the door and said "Who the fuck are you?" They hadn't seen the mess in the car yet. I got out and looked at the license place and said, "Holy shit Tony. I think we're in the wrong car". Tony got out quick as he could and the two of us took off up the road. It must have taken a couple of minutes before they noticed the mess and by then we were out of sight.