So here I am, driving my 45 miles home and playing bumper cars with all the drunk idiots. I pay special attention when I drive home. I watch the other cars very carefully to see any hint of a swerve or drunken behavior.
But damnit, it's getting downright dangerous out there. These smegs race up behind me and tailgate me for a bit then swerve around me. It's really starting to piss me off.
I just wish people would drink in a responsible fashion...and stop making the roads dangerous for me.
*sigh*
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My childhood was typical: summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring, we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent, I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds. Pretty standard, really.
Andrew
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With the first link, a chain is forged. The first speech censured, the first thought forbidden, the first freedom denied, chains us all
irrevocably." Capt. Jean-Luc Picard - The Drumhead
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Here I Come To Save The Day : Mighty Mouse
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Please don't put your life in the hands of a Rock n Roll band
Who'll throw it all away
So I start the revolution from my bed
Cos you said the brains I have went to my head -
Oasis
And damn it if they don't pay well enough that I ain't going to quit anytime soon.
With Friday and Saturday nights being the worst by far.
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My childhood was typical: summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring, we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent, I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds. Pretty standard, really.
Got no cell phone? Why not? You just admitted to having a fairly well-paying job. (Yeah, I know, using a phone and driving isn't a much better idea than staying all night in a bar then trying to navigate home.)
If I were you, I'd call the cops' non-emergency line and see what they suggest. If you get a smartass (yes, Virginia, some cops are stupid) then talk to his/her/its supervisor. Cops are usually more than willing to enlist the help of the non-cops to nab dangerous people (and someone who's hammered and driving qualifies).
--Baloo
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Carpe Canem!
*mutters* stupid 11 o'clock.
That's one of the reasons why I gave up delivering pizza's. Although sometimes delivering after the pubs shut could be profitable in tips, usually they were jsut very rude, and driving was extremely dangerous.
Still, stupid 11 o'clock laws.
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'Not the sponge, not the sponge!'
-Marty Crane
Oh, I and love you signature Jay. Riot!
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I'm the only one who understands me, and I ire of my company.
--Paul Cargile
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"If it should become necessary to fight, could you arrange to find me some rocks to throw at them"
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"Some people call me the Space Cowboy. Yeah! Some call me the Gangster of Love. Some people call me Maurice. Whoo hoo! 'Cause I speak of the Pompatus of Love!" - Steve Miller Band's The Joker
I was aslo told that if the CHP didn't see it then there was nothing that they can really do. Oh, says I, well why not send a cruiser over my way. We do what we can sir. Thanks for being a good citizen and all that.
And I don't drive slow...I go the speed limit (65mph) or just a bit above...there's no reason to have the police pull me over. But there are times when these smegs blow my doors off. I'm not certain if these fine fellows are drunk or not so I won't speculate. In fact most of the drunks I see are going slow enough for me to pass and that in and of itself causes a problem. They come up too fast to see someone swerve.
*sigh*
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My childhood was typical: summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring, we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent, I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds. Pretty standard, really.
[This message was edited by Jay on March 25, 1999.]
And I want to sit somewhere, talk with my friends, and drink alcohol, not get my brains blown out by deafening drum & bass.
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'Not the sponge, not the sponge!'
-Marty Crane
There are an INSANE amount of crazy, drunk, senile, or just plain stupid drivers on the roads today.
Just last week I was taking an exit down to my local mall, when what do I see making cars swerve in front of me? Some 80-year-old (best guess) guy in a fedora driving straight UP the exit (It's clearly marked with bigass yellow arrows and Do Not Enter signs).. and the guy's OBLIVIOUS to the fact that he's going the wrong way, and that cars are honking and swerving to get out of HIS way.
I have a distant (thank goodness) relative who just got his his licence revoked after his third drunk driving arrest... and I KNOW he drives anyway. (Personally, I think you should be SHOT after the second, but then, I'm a bit draconian about such things.)
And the NEXT idiot who makes a left-hand-turn in front of me JUST AFTER the light has turned green... had better hope I decide not to make use of my carry permit that day.
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*I only SEEM Normal*
Unions are usually open late at the end of term, like today when they do a 'drink the bar dry' night with prices at �1.20-�1.50 a pint.
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"If it should become necessary to fight, could you arrange to find me some rocks to throw at them"
[This message was edited by Orion Syndicate on March 26, 1999.]
On the driving subject, I'm the kind of person this (UK) government LOVES. I walk or take public transport. Can't even drive!
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I'm the Worlds First Fully Functional Homicidal Artist.....
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"A fellow's invented see-through film
He calls it 'cellophane!'
Another has built a parachute
For jumping out of an airplane!
Remarkable things flow endlessly
From out the human brain!
Indeed
And what a remarkable age this is!"
--Titanic: the Musical
First: That sounds like an old huy I know. Completly oblivious to other traffic, regularly drives after drinking, and doesn't seem to know that his car has more than two gears. Sitting in his car when he's tearing down the motorway at 80 in second gear is not good for the ears.
He's gone thorugh several gearboxes. Suprise surprise
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'It's okay to only know three chords but God, put them in the right order'
-Hank Hill