When I was in 8th grade, the person who took over control of the drill team booked us for a parade in Compton. Before the parade started, we were practicing our routines in a parking lot that was empty except for one beat up, broken down, rusted out frame of a 1980's Cadillac (the model with the ugly slanted back and continental kit) up on blocks. One of the girls accidentally bumped into the car, barely touched it, and the LOUDEST ALARM IN CREATION started going off. Eventually some guy ran out of a house down the street and started screaming at us for damaging his Caddy.
Funniest ever.



