Wodan11: (A lot harder to rufee a whole group of girls versus a single one.)

wtf happened to you, daily mail? you write a story about teens sneaking alcohol into prom and don't talk about vodka-soaked tampons or eye-ball shots? you're slipping, guys.

Caught red handed with bottles that had been emptied by a store clerk friend and refilled with booze, the limo driver took the children back to their parents' house.

What the hell are you doing bringing my kids back home!? They're missing the biggest event of their lives. Look at 'em. They're so sad. I didn't pay you to babysit, buddy. I paid you to give my little snowflakes a ride to the prom. Can't you even do that right? I'm calling my lawyer. You'd better take my kids to the prom and if they want to drink, that's their privilege. They just completed high school and all that stress has to go somewhere. Poor little angels. Don't worry. Your best friend and daddy Harry is looking out for you.

/yeah. I threw up in my mouth too.

Honest Bender: Who wears sandals to prom?

People who would wear a dress that looks like a confederate flag?

snuck it in using my stomach

That, with a cooler in the car filled with tanqueray, lime juice, and sprite. Party afterward, hotness in some bedroom, desperately wasted driving girlfriend home, remember stopping to take a leak by propping myself up holding a big tree while standing in the middle of a lighted front yard on a busy street, then home, decided to hide cooler, vague memories of crashing through the woods around my house for a long time (never found the cooler), slept until 3pm the next day. Scored a success.