Thank you to the Kia driving gentleman that hit my van on Robie Street yesterday. We moved the van to get out of the bus stop area to park by your car on West Street & you left. Now the police are looking for you & your car for a hit and run until you report it.
I’m sure my foster kids will understand when I cannot take them to their parent’s visitations because my van will be in for repairs. This was my first accident in my 38 years of driving. Thanks for the experience. —october122010@hotmail.com
This article appears in Oct 7-13, 2010.
What a fucking coward. My bro got hit on his bicycle a few years back – the lady who hit him got out of the car, asked him if he was o.k. and before he could answer, she got back in her car and promptly drove off. Thankfully, a witness got the license plate number and the bitch was nailed. I hope that reckless turd is found and made accountable.
Roger that. Grrrrrrrrrrrr.
you drive in halisucks, you take your chances. and sometimes, fate just fucks you over for a laugh.
Only 16 more commutes then the traffic back-ups and ignorant cock-sucking drivers can bite my left nut.
I hope someone rats this fucker out.
are you going to commit hari kari ’cause you only have one testicle? ^^^
Bahaha ^^ You’d think one testicle would be better than none!!
OP: obviously you reported the make, model, driver’s description, time, date, and plate number to the police, so why bother bitching about it?
Lance Armstrong only has one testicle and he managed to bag Sheryl Crow for a while. (whether that’s positive or negative is up to interpretation :P)
Nah it’s an old Royal Navy phrase like “shiver me timbers” or “avast there matey” or “are you finished rogering that cabin boy?” – oh sorry, that last one is taken from Vatican 2.
haha…arrest the pope. i know b and b i was just feckin about
“Rum, Sodomy & the Lash”
And the Great Carnac says :
A Pogues Album, The Traditions of the Royal Navy, or Ivan’s Friday Shopping List. Nyuk, Nyuk, Nyuk.
fairy tale of new york…best christmas song ever. my sister would agree
Luverly. Poor Kirsty McColl. Died hard – like a manatee. >: (
Royal Navy thrived on Rum, Bum and Baccy or the ABC’s which are Ale Baccy and C***
Lovin’ It B-Cubed. (You’ll always be Baz to me). What are your plans come R-Day?
Brendon, that’s because Lance couldn’t handle Sheryl’s one square of toilet paper to wipe his ass with belief.
Ivan – to be honest my plans are flexible. First order of biz is to smash the alarm clock/radio, I think that task will be aided by copious amounts of Mr. Keiths finest.
I will probably do what all old fuckers do, buy some white shoes, hike my polyester pants up to my tits, secure them with both a belt and braces, have dinner at 4, nap a lot, talk even more to myself, become EVEN MORE crabby……
comprehensive insurance. Get some.