We used to always hang around outside the beer store and ask people to buy us beer, and then take it into the woods behind the store and get drunk. One time this weird European guy bough me and 2 friends 40s, but he followed us to the woods. He had this strong European accent so we had no idea what the fuck he was talking about. After about an hour he kept pointing towards his inner thigh and saying something. We were all "we don't know what the fuck you're talking about". Then he reached over and grabbed my balls and smiled. We all ran the fuck out of there. Creepy motherfucker.