OT 13: Unholy Guacamole

[4zilch]

[datgrundle]

[wap]

What a fucking moron.

[wap]

Honestly, I hope he's made to pay for the hydrant, the telephone pole, his own repair, his AA treatments, and his undoubted medical bills out of his own fucking pocket. What a

[goIftdibrad]

trainwreck

[KYGTIGuy]

If you like that video, Google "ghostride the whip"

[nuggstein]

Honestly, I hope he's made to pay for the hydrant, the telephone pole, his own repair, his AA treatments, and his undoubted medical bills out of his own fucking pocket. What a

He was so close from being run over by his own truck towards the end.

[razr390]

Fairfax County, VA

DWI suspect runs from police, bails out of the vehicle and well..

[4zilch]

trainwreck

DFD moji the last 3 seconds :trainwreck:

[razr390]

trainwreck

DFD moji the last 3 seconds :trainwreck:

If you look closely that fire hydrant was launched at the car parked in the driveway.

[Apex]

DFD moji the last 3 seconds :trainwreck:

If you look closely that fire hydrant was launched at the car parked in the driveway.

took a hit from that I bet.

[goIftdibrad]

trainwreck

DFD moji the last 3 seconds :trainwreck:

[wap]

Honestly, I hope he's made to pay for the hydrant, the telephone pole, his own repair, his AA treatments, and his undoubted medical bills out of his own fucking pocket. What a

He was so close from being run over by his own truck towards the end.

Saw that. Would've served him right.

[wap]

DFD moji the last 3 seconds :trainwreck:

That would be an awesome DFDmoji. It's a bit dark,

[razr390]

That would be an awesome DFDmoji. It's a bit dark,

Chigga chigga WHOO WHOO MOTHERFUCKER

[wap]

That would be an awesome DFDmoji. It's a bit dark,

Chigga chigga WHOO WHOO MOTHERFUCKER

I'd love to see the numbers on how much raw energy was in that impact. Several thousand tons of iron and raging steam barreling along at likely 60+ mph coming to an instant stop. I'm sure.

[KYGTIGuy]

Accidentally got a regular Mt Dew instead of diet

[Desertbreh]

I can't stop watching

The conduct is pretty felonious, really.

[SAWCE]

So last night around 12:30AM Ava starts freaking out, barking her head off. I've been kicking her out of the bedroom and keeping the door shut so I get better sleep, so my first thought was that she was about to have explosive diharrea (sp?). I get up, open the bedroom door and walk out into the living room. She runs up to me, but then instead of running to the back door to be let out, she runs to the front door and starts barking again. I walk towards the door and see/hear the handle jiggling. Heart-rate instantly skyrockets. The door has a window with some shitty torn up blinds and I saw a silhouette of someone on our doorstep. Handle keeps rattling. I walk up and grab the handle just to help secure the door and then I knock on it as loud as I could to startle them/let them know the house wasn't empty. Jiggling continues. I get kinda frantic and kick the door so it'd be louder and maybe scare them. Nothing, they're still trying. I look out the window and see a very normal looking mid-late 20's guy who is obviously drunk. I wasn't really thinking, everything was moving in kinda slow motion, and I unlocked the door. I kept holding the handle so he couldn't twist it, then when he stopped for a second, I popped the door open and swelled up as large as I could.

"What do you want?" He just stares at me blankly. At this point its obvious he's blacked out drunk.

He mutters something about just trying to hang out with everybody/looking for his friends.

"The cops are on their way, but you've got five seconds to leave before I beat the fuck out of you."

Another blank stare, but this time his stance lowers and I clench my fists ready to swing on him thinking that he was going to try to rush me and get in.

"You've got the wrong fucking house"

"Yeah, I know." And finally starts wandering off..

Freaked me the fuck out. No idea why I opened the door at all, and especially without a weapon. Also don't know how you get so drunk on a Wednesday that you repeatedly try getting into a house with an obviously large/agressive dog warning you not to.

Adrenaline was rushing all night after that.. got about 2 hours of sleep.

[SAWCE]

Pretty proud of Ava. I try to correct her barking at people walking past during the day, and she's gotten much better about it, but last night she did exactly what she needed to. Made sure to give her some praise and even let her sleep in the bedroom after that.

[ChrisoftheNorth]

So last night around 12:30AM Ava starts freaking out, barking her head off. I've been kicking her out of the bedroom and keeping the door shut so I get better sleep, so my first thought was that she was about to have explosive diharrea (sp?). I get up, open the bedroom door and walk out into the living room. She runs up to me, but then instead of running to the back door to be let out, she runs to the front door and starts barking again. I walk towards the door and see/hear the handle jiggling. Heart-rate instantly skyrockets. The door has a window with some shitty torn up blinds and I saw a silhouette of someone on our doorstep. Handle keeps rattling. I walk up and grab the handle just to help secure the door and then I knock on it as loud as I could to startle them/let them know the house wasn't empty. Jiggling continues. I get kinda frantic and kick the door so it'd be louder and maybe scare them. Nothing, they're still trying. I look out the window and see a very normal looking mid-late 20's guy who is obviously drunk. I wasn't really thinking, everything was moving in kinda slow motion, and I unlocked the door. I kept holding the handle so he couldn't twist it, then when he stopped for a second, I popped the door open and swelled up as large as I could.

"What do you want?" He just stares at me blankly. At this point its obvious he's blacked out drunk.

He mutters something about just trying to hang out with everybody/looking for his friends.

"The cops are on their way, but you've got five seconds to leave before I beat the fuck out of you."

Another blank stare, but this time his stance lowers and I clench my fists ready to swing on him thinking that he was going to try to rush me and get in.

"You've got the wrong fucking house"

"Yeah, I know." And finally starts wandering off..

Freaked me the fuck out. No idea why I opened the door at all, and especially without a weapon. Also don't know how you get so drunk on a Wednesday that you repeatedly try getting into a house with an obviously large/agressive dog warning you not to.

Adrenaline was rushing all night after that.. got about 2 hours of sleep.

Oh man. That fucking sucks.

I've had similar things happen to me in the past. Heart rate/adrenaline will not chill...up all night.

[Desertbreh]

So last night around 12:30AM Ava starts freaking out, barking her head off. I've been kicking her out of the bedroom and keeping the door shut so I get better sleep, so my first thought was that she was about to have explosive diharrea (sp?). I get up, open the bedroom door and walk out into the living room. She runs up to me, but then instead of running to the back door to be let out, she runs to the front door and starts barking again. I walk towards the door and see/hear the handle jiggling. Heart-rate instantly skyrockets. The door has a window with some shitty torn up blinds and I saw a silhouette of someone on our doorstep. Handle keeps rattling. I walk up and grab the handle just to help secure the door and then I knock on it as loud as I could to startle them/let them know the house wasn't empty. Jiggling continues. I get kinda frantic and kick the door so it'd be louder and maybe scare them. Nothing, they're still trying. I look out the window and see a very normal looking mid-late 20's guy who is obviously drunk. I wasn't really thinking, everything was moving in kinda slow motion, and I unlocked the door. I kept holding the handle so he couldn't twist it, then when he stopped for a second, I popped the door open and swelled up as large as I could.

"What do you want?" He just stares at me blankly. At this point its obvious he's blacked out drunk.

He mutters something about just trying to hang out with everybody/looking for his friends.

"The cops are on their way, but you've got five seconds to leave before I beat the fuck out of you."

Another blank stare, but this time his stance lowers and I clench my fists ready to swing on him thinking that he was going to try to rush me and get in.

"You've got the wrong fucking house"

"Yeah, I know." And finally starts wandering off..

Freaked me the fuck out. No idea why I opened the door at all, and especially without a weapon. Also don't know how you get so drunk on a Wednesday that you repeatedly try getting into a house with an obviously large/agressive dog warning you not to.

Adrenaline was rushing all night after that.. got about 2 hours of sleep.

I think this happens more than one might think. There was a young attorney back in Washington who kept pounding on the wrong door, drunk as hell, till the cops came. Good way to get your head blown clean off.

[Desertbreh]

So last night around 12:30AM Ava starts freaking out, barking her head off. I've been kicking her out of the bedroom and keeping the door shut so I get better sleep, so my first thought was that she was about to have explosive diharrea (sp?). I get up, open the bedroom door and walk out into the living room. She runs up to me, but then instead of running to the back door to be let out, she runs to the front door and starts barking again. I walk towards the door and see/hear the handle jiggling. Heart-rate instantly skyrockets. The door has a window with some shitty torn up blinds and I saw a silhouette of someone on our doorstep. Handle keeps rattling. I walk up and grab the handle just to help secure the door and then I knock on it as loud as I could to startle them/let them know the house wasn't empty. Jiggling continues. I get kinda frantic and kick the door so it'd be louder and maybe scare them. Nothing, they're still trying. I look out the window and see a very normal looking mid-late 20's guy who is obviously drunk. I wasn't really thinking, everything was moving in kinda slow motion, and I unlocked the door. I kept holding the handle so he couldn't twist it, then when he stopped for a second, I popped the door open and swelled up as large as I could.

"What do you want?" He just stares at me blankly. At this point its obvious he's blacked out drunk.

He mutters something about just trying to hang out with everybody/looking for his friends.

"The cops are on their way, but you've got five seconds to leave before I beat the fuck out of you."

Another blank stare, but this time his stance lowers and I clench my fists ready to swing on him thinking that he was going to try to rush me and get in.

"You've got the wrong fucking house"

"Yeah, I know." And finally starts wandering off..

Freaked me the fuck out. No idea why I opened the door at all, and especially without a weapon. Also don't know how you get so drunk on a Wednesday that you repeatedly try getting into a house with an obviously large/agressive dog warning you not to.

Adrenaline was rushing all night after that.. got about 2 hours of sleep.

Also, could I interest in you in a gated community sir?

[Calvinball]

So last night around 12:30AM Ava starts freaking out, barking her head off. I've been kicking her out of the bedroom and keeping the door shut so I get better sleep, so my first thought was that she was about to have explosive diharrea (sp?). I get up, open the bedroom door and walk out into the living room. She runs up to me, but then instead of running to the back door to be let out, she runs to the front door and starts barking again. I walk towards the door and see/hear the handle jiggling. Heart-rate instantly skyrockets. The door has a window with some shitty torn up blinds and I saw a silhouette of someone on our doorstep. Handle keeps rattling. I walk up and grab the handle just to help secure the door and then I knock on it as loud as I could to startle them/let them know the house wasn't empty. Jiggling continues. I get kinda frantic and kick the door so it'd be louder and maybe scare them. Nothing, they're still trying. I look out the window and see a very normal looking mid-late 20's guy who is obviously drunk. I wasn't really thinking, everything was moving in kinda slow motion, and I unlocked the door. I kept holding the handle so he couldn't twist it, then when he stopped for a second, I popped the door open and swelled up as large as I could.

"What do you want?" He just stares at me blankly. At this point its obvious he's blacked out drunk.

He mutters something about just trying to hang out with everybody/looking for his friends.

"The cops are on their way, but you've got five seconds to leave before I beat the fuck out of you."

Another blank stare, but this time his stance lowers and I clench my fists ready to swing on him thinking that he was going to try to rush me and get in.

"You've got the wrong fucking house"

"Yeah, I know." And finally starts wandering off..

Freaked me the fuck out. No idea why I opened the door at all, and especially without a weapon. Also don't know how you get so drunk on a Wednesday that you repeatedly try getting into a house with an obviously large/agressive dog warning you not to.

Adrenaline was rushing all night after that.. got about 2 hours of sleep.

Sounds like every Wednesday night I’ve had since being on paternity leave.


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[SAWCE]

So last night around 12:30AM Ava starts freaking out, barking her head off. I've been kicking her out of the bedroom and keeping the door shut so I get better sleep, so my first thought was that she was about to have explosive diharrea (sp?). I get up, open the bedroom door and walk out into the living room. She runs up to me, but then instead of running to the back door to be let out, she runs to the front door and starts barking again. I walk towards the door and see/hear the handle jiggling. Heart-rate instantly skyrockets. The door has a window with some shitty torn up blinds and I saw a silhouette of someone on our doorstep. Handle keeps rattling. I walk up and grab the handle just to help secure the door and then I knock on it as loud as I could to startle them/let them know the house wasn't empty. Jiggling continues. I get kinda frantic and kick the door so it'd be louder and maybe scare them. Nothing, they're still trying. I look out the window and see a very normal looking mid-late 20's guy who is obviously drunk. I wasn't really thinking, everything was moving in kinda slow motion, and I unlocked the door. I kept holding the handle so he couldn't twist it, then when he stopped for a second, I popped the door open and swelled up as large as I could.

"What do you want?" He just stares at me blankly. At this point its obvious he's blacked out drunk.

He mutters something about just trying to hang out with everybody/looking for his friends.

"The cops are on their way, but you've got five seconds to leave before I beat the fuck out of you."

Another blank stare, but this time his stance lowers and I clench my fists ready to swing on him thinking that he was going to try to rush me and get in.

"You've got the wrong fucking house"

"Yeah, I know." And finally starts wandering off..

Freaked me the fuck out. No idea why I opened the door at all, and especially without a weapon. Also don't know how you get so drunk on a Wednesday that you repeatedly try getting into a house with an obviously large/agressive dog warning you not to.

Adrenaline was rushing all night after that.. got about 2 hours of sleep.

Also, could I interest in you in a gated community sir?

Can you help me pay the difference between my current rent and the new rent?

We're way under market value for our place. It's the only reason I agreed to move in instead of getting a new place together. We're both able to save a good amount of money by sacrificing some quality right now.