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In the event of partying in baltimore with
a few co-workers of mine, I ended up at a club.
It was fun.
got extremely drunk
and danced my ass off.
literally, its not there anymore.
:)
Anyways, in the process of leaving the club and finding a tax,
we cross the street and out of no fucking where a big ass TRUCK comes straight at me.
All I remember is putting my hands in front of me and watching the big motherfucker
slam into my side.
next thing I know, I'm on the ground
inches away from the fucking tires.
The fucker stopped and got out screaming.
some shit about the light being green or whatever.
In my drunken state I decided not to deal with it
so I told my friends to just get me the fuck out of there.
We got the license plate # though.
At brunch my manager suggested that I sue.
He offered his lawyer to me, but I don't know.
the party went on.
got more fucked up and
went home.
woke up with a few bruises and a boner.
a few co-workers of mine, I ended up at a club.
It was fun.
got extremely drunk
and danced my ass off.
literally, its not there anymore.
:)
Anyways, in the process of leaving the club and finding a tax,
we cross the street and out of no fucking where a big ass TRUCK comes straight at me.
All I remember is putting my hands in front of me and watching the big motherfucker
slam into my side.
next thing I know, I'm on the ground
inches away from the fucking tires.
The fucker stopped and got out screaming.
some shit about the light being green or whatever.
In my drunken state I decided not to deal with it
so I told my friends to just get me the fuck out of there.
We got the license plate # though.
At brunch my manager suggested that I sue.
He offered his lawyer to me, but I don't know.
the party went on.
got more fucked up and
went home.
woke up with a few bruises and a boner.