"I hope you learned your lesson: Don't hit drunk men on bikes."
Okay, so yesterday I hit a drunk Mexican on a bike in St.Cloud. I was pulling out from a stop sign and the guy pulls out in front of me. Everyone in the car starts laughing. Which doesn't help my case because the Mexican just gets even more annoyed. This guy doesn't speak a word of english. He keeps making hand gestures at his eyes so I take it he was telling me to look where I'm going. ( I didn't think the dirty fuck would pull out in front of me!) So, luckily a St. Cloud cops pulls up to see what's up. When the cop gets there the drunk fuck tries to pretend his leg is hurt. Even though I hit his back tire. She calls in my information and the whole nine yards. Calls for back-up because the man spoke not a word of english. Two other cops come talk to the guy. Find out he's drunk. Told him he could press charges, but if he did he would go down with me for riding a bike intoxicated. So, the guy was like, "Ohhh no lee err geow." The rest of the night was all a blur. So, I'm ending it here.