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What have you hit with your car, other than another car?
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In my old neighborhood, my neighbor was like 18. He was stupidly driving fast on the road which 1) Dry with sand 2) Curved 3) Banked Wrong 4) Somewhat Narrow. He was driving a Nissan Maxima, slid on the sand, and took out two mail boxes- one was his. The other was the neighbors $300 mailbox. Who spends $300 on a mailbox, I dunno, but his parents were pissed that he ripped off the side of the car and pissed about the neighbors $300 mailbox.
This is the best. My sister was at the High School in my town when this happened, I was at the middle school but saw a police car drive over the lawn of the school to get to the accident
The car rolled over is some students car. The Mercury or Taurus w/e that is the Principals car. Based on the design and traffic flow of the parking lot, I do not see how it is possible that that happened, but its kinda funny.
This is the best. My sister was at the High School in my town when this happened, I was at the middle school but saw a police car drive over the lawn of the school to get to the accident
The car rolled over is some students car. The Mercury or Taurus w/e that is the Principals car. Based on the design and traffic flow of the parking lot, I do not see how it is possible that that happened, but its kinda funny.
tell me about cats, I hate the F*****s
That is my favourite post, ever. Ever. Anywhere.
I haven't killed any yet but if I had a small firearm I'd shoot every cat that strayed onto my property. It's either them or the native birds and really it's no contest.
I've caught two and taken them down to the local pound and once in Melbourne when the neighbour's cat **** on my doorstep once too often I caught it, put it in my bicycle carrier bag and let it go elsewhere.
After that I was sharing a mansion in Melbourne with a complete lunatic who worked in a mental hospital but should have been an inmate. He was addicted to nitrous oxide charges. He used to buy the psychedelicly coloured cartons and disappear for a few days. There was this god aweful smell coming from his room and when we investigated we found a huge pile of hundreds of NO2 cannisters and boxes of crap piled up to the ceiling. He used to feed his cat on a piece of old newspaper. He left these lying in his room and just started another one.
He used to use all the saucers because he never washed them, just took out another one and let the crud dry on it. After his cat **** in the fireplace, I exploded.
But that's not the worst of my cat stories. For that you we have to travel to Camberwell in London, I was sharing a 3 story terrace with about 5 other people. Now these weren't dirty hippies or anything, they were normal looking working professionals. Three of them were ladies and two guys. These people though were seriously filthy. Graham used to do professional animation in his room all day for a large studio. He didn't come down very often, just to eat.
When he did come down it was to a kitchen that had every single pot and pan dirty. Plates were piled on the floor and occasionally someone threw them out the window to make some space. The cat (I'll come to that in a minute) used to walk all over the kitchen table. I saw Graham once come down and take out some bread from the fridge to make a sandwich. The only space on the filthy cat haired table was the chopping board covered in dirty crumbs and bits of flotsam. He just turned the board over and and carried on with his sandwich.
The cat had a cat tray in the spare toilet which no one used for reasons that will soon become apparent. One of the women who lived in the flat about 4 foot 11 inches tall was addicted to IKEA, she made the second bathroom into her personal fiefdom and had all the Ikea crap in her room. She had inherited the cat and would brook no complaint.
Now this cat was old and fat, fat like it weight about 11 kg and it's stomach dragged on the floor. No one ever cleaned the cat box. Being such a large cat it made quite a big pile of doo doo very quickly so you can imagine what it was like after a month. The ammonia would waft up through the whole house.
I suggested one day that perhaps if no one was willing to look after the cat, that it be put down. This made me the no. 1 object of hate and there was from that point on a campaign to vilify the 'cat hater' (me). I pointed out that really I'm happy to clean the cat box if everyone else will take turns as well. I did it on my own for a while till I realised that no one was going to do it.
Finally I took some photos of it and published it on the web and sent them a link which I'm going to search for and grab the photo and post it here. here's the link instead
edit: I almost forgot. Artemis, the cat lover used to have this fat animal sleep in her room with her ikea furniture. It would often piss on her sheets and she let it sleep on her pillow, remember it used to wallow all day in a box filled with excrement. One day while leaving early I had noticed a bad smell from the loungeroom, her cat hat **** all over the lounge in three spots. Later that weekend her friend who was visiting used the lounge cushions as a bed.
[*]Countless cats. When possible, this has been on purpose. Amazingly, it's perfectly legal to kill cats here.
That is my favourite post, ever. Ever. Anywhere.
I haven't killed any yet but if I had a small firearm I'd shoot every cat that strayed onto my property. It's either them or the native birds and really it's no contest.
I've caught two and taken them down to the local pound and once in Melbourne when the neighbour's cat **** on my doorstep once too often I caught it, put it in my bicycle carrier bag and let it go elsewhere.
After that I was sharing a mansion in Melbourne with a complete lunatic who worked in a mental hospital but should have been an inmate. He was addicted to nitrous oxide charges. He used to buy the psychedelicly coloured cartons and disappear for a few days. There was this god aweful smell coming from his room and when we investigated we found a huge pile of hundreds of NO2 cannisters and boxes of crap piled up to the ceiling. He used to feed his cat on a piece of old newspaper. He left these lying in his room and just started another one.
He used to use all the saucers because he never washed them, just took out another one and let the crud dry on it. After his cat **** in the fireplace, I exploded.
But that's not the worst of my cat stories. For that you we have to travel to Camberwell in London, I was sharing a 3 story terrace with about 5 other people. Now these weren't dirty hippies or anything, they were normal looking working professionals. Three of them were ladies and two guys. These people though were seriously filthy. Graham used to do professional animation in his room all day for a large studio. He didn't come down very often, just to eat.
When he did come down it was to a kitchen that had every single pot and pan dirty. Plates were piled on the floor and occasionally someone threw them out the window to make some space. The cat (I'll come to that in a minute) used to walk all over the kitchen table. I saw Graham once come down and take out some bread from the fridge to make a sandwich. The only space on the filthy cat haired table was the chopping board covered in dirty crumbs and bits of flotsam. He just turned the board over and and carried on with his sandwich.
The cat had a cat tray in the spare toilet which no one used for reasons that will soon become apparent. One of the women who lived in the flat about 4 foot 11 inches tall was addicted to IKEA, she made the second bathroom into her personal fiefdom and had all the Ikea crap in her room. She had inherited the cat and would brook no complaint.
Now this cat was old and fat, fat like it weight about 11 kg and it's stomach dragged on the floor. No one ever cleaned the cat box. Being such a large cat it made quite a big pile of doo doo very quickly so you can imagine what it was like after a month. The ammonia would waft up through the whole house.
I suggested one day that perhaps if no one was willing to look after the cat, that it be put down. This made me the no. 1 object of hate and there was from that point on a campaign to vilify the 'cat hater' (me). I pointed out that really I'm happy to clean the cat box if everyone else will take turns as well. I did it on my own for a while till I realised that no one was going to do it.
Finally I took some photos of it and published it on the web and sent them a link which I'm going to search for and grab the photo and post it here. here's the link instead
edit: I almost forgot. Artemis, the cat lover used to have this fat animal sleep in her room with her ikea furniture. It would often piss on her sheets and she let it sleep on her pillow, remember it used to wallow all day in a box filled with excrement. One day while leaving early I had noticed a bad smell from the loungeroom, her cat hat **** all over the lounge in three spots. Later that weekend her friend who was visiting used the lounge cushions as a bed.
Nothing very exciting .... but I once reversed into one of those stupid 3 feet high concrete bollards ..
It was too low to show in my rear view mirror, or that's my excuse !!
It was too low to show in my rear view mirror, or that's my excuse !!
I have a 1 car garage and I took the turn too wide thought I was rubbing the bush and I went smack into the wall. Nothing bad.
The 1 car garage also has a ton of crap. I hit the washer that is being stored in there (place came with washer and dryer) every day so I can be sure to fit my truck in without the door closing on the bumper. One day I hit a bird, I cried for a second. It scared me and I felt bad. Lastly, I've backed into a bush (10 years ago) and it did major damage to an old Nissan Altima I had.
That about sums it up.
The 1 car garage also has a ton of crap. I hit the washer that is being stored in there (place came with washer and dryer) every day so I can be sure to fit my truck in without the door closing on the bumper. One day I hit a bird, I cried for a second. It scared me and I felt bad. Lastly, I've backed into a bush (10 years ago) and it did major damage to an old Nissan Altima I had.
That about sums it up.
Another one here for a car garage. Backing up trying to maneuver between being boxed into a garage, almost had it and then smack into the side, quick fix with some nails and paint. Good thing the homeowner was a friend and thought it was hilarious.
Nothing with a car yet but I have hit a squirrel with my bicycle. It was on the side of the bike path and would have been fine but then darted across the path as I came. He still would have been fine except he decided to try and fake my out by doubling back across the path. Took out two legs and left it flopping around like a fish out of water.
just a huge pole in a parking garage. It happened in the chestnut hill mall in MA... so now i just valet it
i almost hit a huge turtle... it was just sitting in the middle of the street, luckily i swerved out of the way so it went under my car.
i almost hit a huge turtle... it was just sitting in the middle of the street, luckily i swerved out of the way so it went under my car.
I killed a bunny last month. Woops.
And more recently, one of those wooden flower pots on the curb. I took a turn a bit too wide and sure enough....
puckhead193, I was just thinking of going to the Chestnut Hill Mall like... this morning - weird you mentioned it (and now I'll be able to keep my eye out for this pole)!
And more recently, one of those wooden flower pots on the curb. I took a turn a bit too wide and sure enough....
puckhead193, I was just thinking of going to the Chestnut Hill Mall like... this morning - weird you mentioned it (and now I'll be able to keep my eye out for this pole)!
Recently, a tree fell down across the road in a storm as I was driving to my family's campsite. The WHOLE road. There was no where for me to go but over/through the tree.
3 weeks and $4500.00 later (only $100.00 deductible, thankgods), she's fixed and out of the shop.
3 weeks and $4500.00 later (only $100.00 deductible, thankgods), she's fixed and out of the shop.
This made me smile; I couldn't resist.
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I hit a snowbank doing stupid spins on ice in a parking lot. No noteworthy damage, can't say the same for the snow though.
I enjoy running over cans I see in the road. I hope one day to find a full bottle of ketchup and a pedestrian on the business end of that squirt.
I have encountered massive puddles and hapless victims on the street - in my defense both times the people seemed like jerks who needed some cooling off. (a guy who hit his dog and another was a group of thug-like teenagers)
a bunny...
not just some random wild brown bunny. Someone's cute little white bunny that got out one night. I was speeding home from work one day on a dark road. It ran out into the road, I tried to slow down for it, but WHAM! I looked in my rear-view mirror and just saw fur floating everywhere in the air and started laughing. It literally exploded upon impact.
not just some random wild brown bunny. Someone's cute little white bunny that got out one night. I was speeding home from work one day on a dark road. It ran out into the road, I tried to slow down for it, but WHAM!
I looked in my rear-view mirror and just saw fur floating everywhere in the air and started laughing. It literally exploded upon impact.
You hit a bunny and found it funny? That's so not funny it's not even funny.not just some random wild brown bunny. Someone's cute little white bunny that got out one night. I was speeding home from work one day on a dark road. It ran out into the road, I tried to slow down for it, but WHAM!
I hit a dip one time, going full speed on a golf course in a golf cart...needless to say my "jewels" almost said HI to my arse...I got scared and stopped for a second. Then went back to full speed. I've tried hitting animals but the cart seems to scare them away...
The only things I can think of are a signpost whilst learning to park, luckily managing to escape any damage.
I also recently had an incident with some kind of "lasagne-in-a-little-plastic-box" thing that something sneakily left in the middle of a highway (why?) It surprised me just how far the contents managed to explode out to, covered about the width of one lane. Have had similar instances with flavoured milk cartons in town.
I think I'm slightly worried about the frequency of my food related incidents now.
I also recently had an incident with some kind of "lasagne-in-a-little-plastic-box" thing that something sneakily left in the middle of a highway (why?) It surprised me just how far the contents managed to explode out to, covered about the width of one lane. Have had similar instances with flavoured milk cartons in town.
I think I'm slightly worried about the frequency of my food related incidents now
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Coming from someone who enjoys splashing hapless teens? That's a little rich, isn't it!