did you need another reason not to drive drunk?

i was awoken last night at 5:30 a.m. by the sound of someone screaming in a way that led me to believe that the person screaming was a woman being skinned in my parking lot.
or raped.
i punched andy awake, scared out of my skull, and when he finally responded, we peeked out of the blinds.
alas, there was someone screaming.
but it was a boy.
a white-tee-shirt clad jock-looking frat boy. clenching his fists and screaming (like a woman) into the night/early morning.
what the hell?
he gets into his car. then he gets out. he's on the phone. he walks to the middle of the highway and ah ha! there's a tire. he kicks it, screaming some more. we notice that there's a guy with him, and a girl.
who's holding a dog that looks like to-to from the wizard of oz.
i say to andy, "oh, he must have lost his tire, and that's what's going on. they are drunk and don't want to call any one lest they get in trouble." i mean, its 5:30 a.m. of COURSE they're drunk.
suddenly, the girl (with her dog) stalks off out of the parking lot and down the highway. the asshole in the car gets in, and with a sound so ungodly that it actually drowned out the roar of the train, screaches and scrapes it's way out of our lot.
yes.
sans tire.
the girl is running up and down the side of the highway (with a dog) screaming and crying. i can only imagine how far those morons went on 3 tires before either crashing or getting pulled over.
i freaking hate people.