he got what he deserved
he got what he deserved
http://media.ebaumsworld.com/carfall.wmv
tried to clip a kid on a bicycle. so he got sent to the emergency room instead.
tried to clip a kid on a bicycle. so he got sent to the emergency room instead.
haha that's funny if its real. Doesn't sound it though. Close your eyes and listen where he says Oh my God. It seems like its chopped where the camera looks out the back where the car is missing.
It's not a different car. It's just that after he gets out of the car, he turns back to the car they were in and says "call and ambulance". The guy hit the Buick (or whatever) but they were in the Taurus.
Originally Posted by ryball
I bet he's fine. Couple years of facial reconstruction should clear that right up.
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I'm hoping that the mother ****er died a slow a painful death, preferably slowly drowning on his on blood and other bodily juices.
See, I was a paper boy when I was in jr high.
One day while delivering my papers on my sweet DG BMX bike(red Z rims, red alloy everything, snakebelly tires, etc) I had these two Hessiens roll up to me in primer gray 69 Firebird and shoot me with bleach-filled squirt guns.
The bastards ruined my 501s and low top checkered Vans, not to mention burning my eyes a tad.
After that, I started carrying a Crossman pellet gun; semi auto CO2 type, hoping "they" would make a 2nd appearance.
They did, after about three weeks, & did they get ****ed up.
Tried to knock me off my bike a la the door, but missed.
I got off a few shots, hitting the bondo bucket, causing the driver to slam on the brakes.
His greasy-haired *****, wearing a Judas Preist concert T, started towards me, yelling stoner non-sense, when I shot him in the chest, face, and groin.
The driver got more of the same when he advanced towards me, twirling his nunchucks.
"**** you!" I yelled, in my pre-pubescent man/boy voice, pedalling as fast as my 44/16 sprocket ratio would carry me.
People that hit kids on bikes suck huge AIDS infected ******.
See, I was a paper boy when I was in jr high.
One day while delivering my papers on my sweet DG BMX bike(red Z rims, red alloy everything, snakebelly tires, etc) I had these two Hessiens roll up to me in primer gray 69 Firebird and shoot me with bleach-filled squirt guns.
The bastards ruined my 501s and low top checkered Vans, not to mention burning my eyes a tad.
After that, I started carrying a Crossman pellet gun; semi auto CO2 type, hoping "they" would make a 2nd appearance.
They did, after about three weeks, & did they get ****ed up.
Tried to knock me off my bike a la the door, but missed.
I got off a few shots, hitting the bondo bucket, causing the driver to slam on the brakes.
His greasy-haired *****, wearing a Judas Preist concert T, started towards me, yelling stoner non-sense, when I shot him in the chest, face, and groin.
The driver got more of the same when he advanced towards me, twirling his nunchucks.
"**** you!" I yelled, in my pre-pubescent man/boy voice, pedalling as fast as my 44/16 sprocket ratio would carry me.
People that hit kids on bikes suck huge AIDS infected ******.
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Originally Posted by Oaf
I'm hoping that the mother ****er died a slow a painful death, preferably slowly drowning on his on blood and other bodily juices.
See, I was a paper boy when I was in jr high.
One day while delivering my papers on my sweet DG BMX bike(red Z rims, red alloy everything, snakebelly tires, etc) I had these two Hessiens roll up to me in primer gray 69 Firebird and shoot me with bleach-filled squirt guns.
The bastards ruined my 501s and low top checkered Vans, not to mention burning my eyes a tad.
After that, I started carrying a Crossman pellet gun; semi auto CO2 type, hoping "they" would make a 2nd appearance.
They did, after about three weeks, & did they get ****ed up.
Tried to knock me off my bike a la the door, but missed.
I got off a few shots, hitting the bondo bucket, causing the driver to slam on the brakes.
His greasy-haired *****, wearing a Judas Preist concert T, started towards me, yelling stoner non-sense, when I shot him in the chest, face, and groin.
The driver got more of the same when he advanced towards me, twirling his nunchucks.
"**** you!" I yelled, in my pre-pubescent man/boy voice, pedalling as fast as my 44/16 sprocket ratio would carry me.
People that hit kids on bikes suck huge AIDS infected ******.
See, I was a paper boy when I was in jr high.
One day while delivering my papers on my sweet DG BMX bike(red Z rims, red alloy everything, snakebelly tires, etc) I had these two Hessiens roll up to me in primer gray 69 Firebird and shoot me with bleach-filled squirt guns.
The bastards ruined my 501s and low top checkered Vans, not to mention burning my eyes a tad.
After that, I started carrying a Crossman pellet gun; semi auto CO2 type, hoping "they" would make a 2nd appearance.
They did, after about three weeks, & did they get ****ed up.
Tried to knock me off my bike a la the door, but missed.
I got off a few shots, hitting the bondo bucket, causing the driver to slam on the brakes.
His greasy-haired *****, wearing a Judas Preist concert T, started towards me, yelling stoner non-sense, when I shot him in the chest, face, and groin.
The driver got more of the same when he advanced towards me, twirling his nunchucks.
"**** you!" I yelled, in my pre-pubescent man/boy voice, pedalling as fast as my 44/16 sprocket ratio would carry me.
People that hit kids on bikes suck huge AIDS infected ******.
:rotfl: hahahahah
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I was also a paperboy. Got my *** kicked a few times by some neighborhood rat bastards. Started carrying a switchblade my father picked up in Spain. 7 inch hilt, 6 inch blade. Only had to pull it out once and that **** stopped with a quickness.
I was VERY happy I didn't have to stab anyone to get my point across.
I was VERY happy I didn't have to stab anyone to get my point across.
Originally Posted by Oaf
I'm hoping that the mother ****er died a slow a painful death, preferably slowly drowning on his on blood and other bodily juices.
See, I was a paper boy when I was in jr high.
One day while delivering my papers on my sweet DG BMX bike(red Z rims, red alloy everything, snakebelly tires, etc) I had these two Hessiens roll up to me in primer gray 69 Firebird and shoot me with bleach-filled squirt guns.
The bastards ruined my 501s and low top checkered Vans, not to mention burning my eyes a tad.
After that, I started carrying a Crossman pellet gun; semi auto CO2 type, hoping "they" would make a 2nd appearance.
They did, after about three weeks, & did they get ****ed up.
Tried to knock me off my bike a la the door, but missed.
I got off a few shots, hitting the bondo bucket, causing the driver to slam on the brakes.
His greasy-haired *****, wearing a Judas Preist concert T, started towards me, yelling stoner non-sense, when I shot him in the chest, face, and groin.
The driver got more of the same when he advanced towards me, twirling his nunchucks.
"**** you!" I yelled, in my pre-pubescent man/boy voice, pedalling as fast as my 44/16 sprocket ratio would carry me.
People that hit kids on bikes suck huge AIDS infected ******.
See, I was a paper boy when I was in jr high.
One day while delivering my papers on my sweet DG BMX bike(red Z rims, red alloy everything, snakebelly tires, etc) I had these two Hessiens roll up to me in primer gray 69 Firebird and shoot me with bleach-filled squirt guns.
The bastards ruined my 501s and low top checkered Vans, not to mention burning my eyes a tad.
After that, I started carrying a Crossman pellet gun; semi auto CO2 type, hoping "they" would make a 2nd appearance.
They did, after about three weeks, & did they get ****ed up.
Tried to knock me off my bike a la the door, but missed.
I got off a few shots, hitting the bondo bucket, causing the driver to slam on the brakes.
His greasy-haired *****, wearing a Judas Preist concert T, started towards me, yelling stoner non-sense, when I shot him in the chest, face, and groin.
The driver got more of the same when he advanced towards me, twirling his nunchucks.
"**** you!" I yelled, in my pre-pubescent man/boy voice, pedalling as fast as my 44/16 sprocket ratio would carry me.
People that hit kids on bikes suck huge AIDS infected ******.


