Last weekend a couple buddies and me went out to Iron Mountain. It was about 11pm we loaded up with beer, flash lights and radio's. The goal? Drink the six pack, make it to the top and talk shit on the radio to anyone that's behind you. I was off to a good start I must have made it about half way up the mountain before my flash light died. I tried to follow the trail by moon light be getting totally lost. I drink the rest of my beer and start heading the general direction of where we parked the car. I scraped and tripped over about a mile of rocks before finding the main trail. I stumble my way back to the car 30 minutes behind everyone else.

Next time I'm taking a second flash light

You my friend are an idiot. I hope you have health insurance