"Hey, help! I'm stuck to the seat! I think the plastic melted or something!? HELP!" - Me, frantically pleading to my sister 4 years ago on Halloween when I thought my costume somehow fused to the seat in her car. I was dressed as a bag of weed. I had cut out a bunch of pieces of green construction paper and decorated them to look like nuggets, which I then attached to a green colored shirt I was wearing. After I had covered myself front and back with nugs, I then proceeded to wrap myself in several layers of saran wrap. Well, after getting myself fully in costume, we smoked a bowl and hit the road to go to a Halloween party. Twenty-minutes later and I was still high as hell when we reached the party. I was sitting shotgun, and when I went to get out of the car I suddenly realized I couldn't move. It was then that I cried out the aforementioned words to my sister as I desperately tried to escape. It was only after about five seconds of struggling that I finally realized what the actual problem was: I had my seatbelt on. Once we realized what was finally happening, we both about died laughing. I walked into that party with my face red from laughter, and dried streaks of tears stained on my face.
And that is a true story.