Haha around these parts you hear accident more, I think "wrecked" is more of a southern thing...like y'all. And the gator wrestling. I call it "I ****ed up my ****ing car."
As for the bear head and flag covered joint with the one toothed dude...I just had dinner there. I drove there in my lifted old rusty truck painted orange with the rebel flag on top to look like the General Lee from Dukes of Hazzard (Google it if you don't get that there) with a loud exhaust, 9/11 terrorist hunting permit bumper sticker, "Don't tread on U.S." sticker, "These Colors Don't Run" American Flag sticker, naked lady side silhouette sticker, and a "My Other Truck Is Also A Truck" sticker, fake inspection sticker, truck nuts on the tow hitch, and honked my custom horn that plays the first five notes of the National Anthem (instead of Dixie, 'cause y'know, I'm original) as I came to a screeching stop across three handicapped spaces so hard three of my five rifles came off the gun rack in my rear window. I then continued to talk loudly on my cell phone through the entire meal. Afterwards I did a wicked burnout as I left and floored it so fast out of the parking lot at least twenty empty beer cans fell out of the bed. Too bad about the cans, I was gonna put those in my retirement fund...my 401k. I call it that because I estimate there's about 401,000 cans and bottles I have saved up in the old school buses in my back yard. You can pick those things up cheaper than an you can build a real shed you know.
OK so I made that last rambling mess up, but it has always been a goal to get at least five people in five different time zones to fall out of their chair laughing.
And yeah, sorry macman for encouraging the off topicness....still jealous of the 512k Platinum Macintosh ED.