
Bluffboy says: My mate cheated death and burned his eyebrows off looking down the barrel of a potato gun. Tell us about your brushes with the Grim Reaper through stupidity.
( , Thu 12 Feb 2009, 20:01)
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It was a Friday morning like any other Firday morning at that time in my life. I had gone a club the night before with the girl I was living with at the time. We had polished off the best part of a litre of vodka before going, had "one or two" in the club and had rolled in, clutching kebabs at around 3am. I probably went to bed at 4 or thereabouts.
At eight, I woke up and realised I was going to be late for work. I threw some clothes on, not even pausing to bathe. Ironically enough, as I did this, I thought "well I won't be likely to meet any women today anyway". I exited my flat, car keys in hand.
I paused at this point and thought about what I was going to do next. I had three choices:
1) Walk to work - I would definitely be late and in trouble with my boss
2) Walk to the top of the road, get a taxi and run the risk of being late and being in trouble with my boss
3) Drive and arrive in work on time
Like the complete fuckwit I was at that point, I chose to drive.
Litterally ten minutes later, I was sat in the passenger seat of a police car, explaining how I'd managed to not see the woman who I turned right in front of. I was very, very lucky not to get breathalised.
Net result: her car was only slightly damaged, mine was written off, I ended up getting three points and a £140 fine and a knackered back that still hasn't really healed, despite all this happening 12 years ago.
I've not got drunk if I have to drive the next day since then.
( , Tue 17 Feb 2009, 14:56, 3 replies)

There are some others who appear do not learn. And I weep for them.
( , Tue 17 Feb 2009, 15:24, closed)
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