The kind of drunken mishap where you should probably leave town and lay low for a little while. TFM.

I remember havin to run from the cops while I was pledging, hiding in my attic while they called me by name on the megaphones “guaranteeing my safety” if I gave myself up, then once they didnt find me, diving in my pledge brother’s car at 4 A.M., hiding under a blanket to pass the police checkpoint at the front of the neighborhood, and havin to hide out in the frat house for a while until the sheriffs quit showing up to my house… never got caught either. Good times.