i got hit by a car
so here's one for the funny pages....
i get out of work friday night after a less than stellar shift and decide that i am just a little too pissed to go home sober.
naturally, i stop next door at chili's (we're owned by the same company so i get free shit when i go in and all that fun stuff). while there i take a few shots, have a couple car bombs, and a nice tall frosty beer. life is good
jon and i then decide we're gonna go get some beer (ends up being stroh's which can neither be classified as beer or cat piss) and extend our evening of fun. all is still well
THEN.... we go to speedway to get cigarettes, and as i am leaning against jon's girlfriend's car, i feel something rub down the back of my leg and rest on my ankle with a pretty heavy force.
turns out it was some redneck dumbass bitch and her gomer pile looking husband in a saturn who had just run the fuck over my leg with said saturn. believe me i have never been one that would ever consider laying my hands on a woman with the intent to harm, or in this case kill, but this bitch is lucky she didnt step out of the car. i think i would have been justified.
instead, my drunkass decides to pound the living shit out of the driver's side of her hood and yell numerous things that would have made even the foulest of sailors cringe upon hearing.
did i mention this bitch was sober by the way??? anyway, i am fine in case you were wondering about that up to this point, but it definitely made for a pretty funny story the next day and i thought i would share it with you all here.
lesson learned.... people still cant drive in this shit hole, corn bread, goat fucking, north central indiana town
i get out of work friday night after a less than stellar shift and decide that i am just a little too pissed to go home sober.
naturally, i stop next door at chili's (we're owned by the same company so i get free shit when i go in and all that fun stuff). while there i take a few shots, have a couple car bombs, and a nice tall frosty beer. life is good
jon and i then decide we're gonna go get some beer (ends up being stroh's which can neither be classified as beer or cat piss) and extend our evening of fun. all is still well
THEN.... we go to speedway to get cigarettes, and as i am leaning against jon's girlfriend's car, i feel something rub down the back of my leg and rest on my ankle with a pretty heavy force.
turns out it was some redneck dumbass bitch and her gomer pile looking husband in a saturn who had just run the fuck over my leg with said saturn. believe me i have never been one that would ever consider laying my hands on a woman with the intent to harm, or in this case kill, but this bitch is lucky she didnt step out of the car. i think i would have been justified.
instead, my drunkass decides to pound the living shit out of the driver's side of her hood and yell numerous things that would have made even the foulest of sailors cringe upon hearing.
did i mention this bitch was sober by the way??? anyway, i am fine in case you were wondering about that up to this point, but it definitely made for a pretty funny story the next day and i thought i would share it with you all here.
lesson learned.... people still cant drive in this shit hole, corn bread, goat fucking, north central indiana town