Or someone starts crying....nope...that makes it even funnier.
We rolled down our windows, then engaged the child locks so the windows in the back seat wouldn't work.
"Hop on in!" we told him, "Just wake up that guy back there and tell him to make room."
We drove that guy for twenty miles, with my hungover friend Ronnie muttering "C'mon a$$holes, open the windows! I'm gonna puke!" the whole way.
"Thanks for the ride, fellas! I think your friend here had too much to drink last night! So did I! Threw up on myself, I think."