My dad got hit by a drunk driver last night. Thank God, he's still alive and there doesn't appear to be any brain damage or broken bones, but he must have been very lucky because it's pretty certain that anyone who would have been in the back seat would have be easily killed (seeing as the trunk was pushed through them).
So if you drive drunk, FUCK YOU I HOPE YOU KILL YOURSELF BY HITTING A TREE ASSHOLE.
Last edited by deject on November 22nd, 2006, 5:09, edited 1 time in total.
Sandwich wrote:but, ironically, my dad occasionally drives after drinking
1) i'm fairly sure that's not irony, that's stupidity.
2) my statement stands about drunk drivers deserving horrible deaths, ideally only hurting themselves and whatever tree they plough into.
i have once or twice got home on a bicycle while drunk. Its amazing, you see everything in slow motion, yet swerve around and are powerless to stay in a straight line.
Would never drive a car like that my god what a mess
b3ta wrote: * HIT & RUN
"One of my mates occasionally has too many
when we go to the pub, and rather than leave
his car there, has the nasty habit of
driving home trolleyed. One night he did it
when I was staying at his. I'd got up a few
hours before him and happened to catch the
local news. It turned out that some old
duffer had been knocked over and killed by a
hit and run driver the night before. Well...
the opportunity was just too tempting. I
almost ran to the town centre. I had three
stops on my list: The butchers (pig's hearts
are free if you ask nicely), the
hairdressers (they look at you funny but
they'll give you a bit of hair if you ask)
and the off-Licence (you have to buy a local
paper). After 2 minutes my master piece is
ready for action. The car is doused in pig
blood and little bits of flesh and hair, and
the headlight is smashed. An hour later up
he gets, still half asleep. He glances at
the perfectly placed paper but thinks
nothing of it. Then about half-an-hour later
he goes out to his car. The look of slow
realisation dawning on his face as he
realised what must have happened was
absolutely priceless, and worth any amount
that the headlight would cost. Then it
reached a new height of funny for me. He
started almost crying saying that he'd have
to turn himself in. At this point most
people would have stopped, but not me... no
way. I offered to go with him, and let him
get all the way to the front door of the
police station before I told him the truth."
(Furness)
