And it isn't June yet.
Satruday night, after enjoying dinner at Gloria's, Elaine and I were on our way home and witnessed a pretty bad accident. Some guy in a mini-van (complete with Tweety Bird car seats in the back) ran a red light going 50+ miles an hour. Amazingly enough, nobody died, and there weren't any serious injuries. But even more amazing is that the driver of the mini-van ran off. He jumped out and just bolted...
Worshipper. Family Guy. Chaser of good burgers.
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once i was driving down a winding country road late at night and drove past a beam of light coming from the woods to my left. it seemed odd enough that i stopped and came upon a car wrapped around a tree with a guy inside all bloodied and reaking of liquor. i didn't have a cell phone, so i had to flag someone down to call the police.
nobody died.
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