I hate drunks. Truly. One time I watched one get run over by a car. I felt sorry for the young girl that had to hit him. Good thing he died. I made a point of waiting for the cops so I could get my testimony documented.
Sorry to ruin your "ha ha, see the funny drunk guy ha ha ha" thread OP, but I don't find any of that funny at all. I was hoping the 1st drunk would wander into traffic and get killed. I got lots of "bad things drunks have done" stories. Drunk ran over a 5 yo in my old neighborhood while he was walking to kindergarten before dawn. Drunk paralyzed a co-worker's wife in the late 1950's and her grandchildren never saw her walk, ever. Drunk ran over two teenagers walking on the side of the road where I used to live.
One time I was driving home from work at 3:00 a.m. and passed by a recent wreck where a single drunk driver ran his car off the road, straight into a concrete pylon. He was thrown through the windshield and was laying face down on the hood of the car. In front of him, on the hood, through the large hole in his skull lay a neat pile of his brains.
The thing that gets me the most is that they volunteer for it. Some people are born retarded. It's not their fault. While other people are born normal and volunteer for drunken retardation. And to what purpose? Fun? These retards can't remember a thing. They have to be told what they did by the people that were there with them. And after they are told "all about it", they then decide that they had a "good time".
I hate drunks. Truly. One time I watched one get run over by a car. I felt sorry for the young girl that had to hit him. Good thing he died. I made a point of waiting for the cops so I could get my testimony documented.
Sorry to ruin your "ha ha, see the funny drunk guy ha ha ha" thread OP, but I don't find any of that funny at all. I was hoping the 1st drunk would wander into traffic and get killed. I got lots of "bad things drunks have done" stories. Drunk ran over a 5 yo in my old neighborhood while he was walking to kindergarten before dawn. Drunk paralyzed a co-worker's wife in the late 1950's and her grandchildren never saw her walk, ever. Drunk ran over two teenagers walking on the side of the road where I used to live.
One time I was driving home from work at 3:00 a.m. and passed by a recent wreck where a single drunk driver ran his car off the road, straight into a concrete pylon. He was thrown through the windshield and was laying face down on the hood of the car. In front of him, on the hood, through the large hole in his skull lay a neat pile of his brains.
The thing that gets me the most is that they volunteer for it. Some people are born retarded. It's not their fault. While other people are born normal and volunteer for drunken retardation. And to what purpose? Fun? These retards can't remember a thing. They have to be told what they did by the people that were there with them. And after they are told "all about it", they then decide that they had a "good time".