Mormonoids From The Deep

It's hard to pinpoint the exact moment that you decided to go on a drunken binge of monumental proportions. Perhaps it was when your employer let you go due to some "short-term economic restructuring in the marketplace." Or maybe it was the next day when your fiancee announced she was leaving you for a guy who lived in a '76 Ford station wagon and made his living sculpturing likenesses of Judy Garland out of mashed potatoes.

Armed only with your credit cards, a Colt .45, and a Hertz rent-a-car, you set out to abuse body, mind, and credit rating to the point of total collapse. The morning of the ninth day of your bender finds you on a deserted highway in Northern Utah. The situation has become grim as you are down to your last six-pack and nearly out of gasoline. However, your spirits rise when you spot a beer truck moving towards you in the oncoming traffic lane. To attract the attention of the truck's occupants, you attempt to slide your auto sideways into the road and block their path...