Here are my favorites:

The nacho cheese incident:

If time would allow, Mike and I would team up and end our night that much faster. Towards the end of one of these nights, Dad and i were sweeping behind a center with a hotdog place. Well, behind the hotdog place, sitting in all of it's glory, was a box of restaurant size cans of dead nacho cheese.

Want to have some fun?

Of course.

How does 25 cans of nacho cheese sound?

I bet it would look awesome if we ran over them.

Exploding cans of cheese!

Exploding cans of cheese. Get out and set up one of them.

I hopped out and set up one of the huge cans sideways about 20 yards from Mike

Okay, let 'er rip!

He gunned the engine and hit the can at 30 miles an hour. *POW!* the can exploded, cheese going everywhere over the truck.

Muwahahaha! Nice!

My turn. Set up 5 in a row.

Mike set them up, I dropped the hammer, and hit the cans at 50 miles and hour. *POP POP POP POP POP!!!*. It was like a giant tidal wave of cheese hit my truck. Dead cans were getting trapped under it, leaving a trail of sparks behind me.

This continued on for the next 10 minutes. Two grown men giggling like school girls at exploding cans of cheese.

It wasn't our fault they sounded like gunfire. It wasn't our fault there was an apartment complex right in front of us.

A cop pulled around behind the store right as Mike nailed another can. From his angle, he couldn't see where the sound was coming from. He bolted out of his car.

DROP THE WEAPON!

???

The cop finally sees our trucks, covered in Nacho cheese.

What the hell?

Exploding cans of Nacho cheese, sir.

...why?

They won't go into the truck, so we have to run them over to save space. EPA and Company regulations. My hands are tied.

No guns?

No guns.

CARRY ON!

And he drove off.

Well, eventually the night ended, and we drove our trucks back to the barn. It turns out that the wash-bay was down for repairs again, so we had to leave a maintenance slip.

DRIVER: Bruiser
TRUCK: The one covered in nacho cheese.
REPAIR REQUESTED: I can't see out of the windshield very well.
NOTES: You should have been there.

DRIVER: Mike
TRUCK: The other one covered in nacho cheese.
REPAIR REQUESTED: Ditto
NOTES: Yeah, it was pretty bitchin'!