why drunk driving is a bad idea
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As I was getting up to mix myself another Vesper, I suddenly heard a crash and a horn going off on the street outside my apartment. As the horn sounded like mine, I decided a quick investigation was warranted. I grabbed my Polaroid and some shoes and headed downstairs to see if some drunken fucktard had run into my sweet ride.
Fearing that my white trash neighbors had gone on a Natural Light fueled bender and crashed into my car on their way home, I braced for the worst. What I found was the wrecked Acura RSX pictured above and some dude running away from the car. This was a brilliant plan on his part, except the car could easily be traced to him through the license plate or VIN number and the continuously blowing horn insured someone would call the pigs. On the way back upstairs, I was lucky enough to meet my brand new smokin’ hot neighbor, who had also come out to see the commotion.
notes:
PHOTO: Smoove D for d.2263 Photographics.
August 22nd, 2005 at 13:04
What did that moron hit?
I’m very relieved it wasn’t your RSX.
When did the cops show up?
August 22nd, 2005 at 18:26
As near as my cool, but not smokin’ hot, neighbors can tell, a big ass boulder. They traced the trail of coolant back to the site of the crash. Also, according to them (they face the parking lot), he later returned to the car and took off. I doubt he got far, as that puddle in the picture under the front of the car is coolant. The cops never did show up.
August 23rd, 2005 at 12:24
You definitely should’ve stolen his wheels.
August 23rd, 2005 at 18:10
I wish I had. Some fucktard scratched one of mine up the other day when he ran into me in the parking lot.
August 24th, 2005 at 14:09
I think if I lived in Atlanta, I wouldn’t drive anything valued over $1,000. The crash-up derby and thieving nature of the city would start to grate on me after a few incidents.