Last night I headed over to queer b's for some tele and beer. On my way there a dog ran out in front of my car and I ran it over. I, briefly, paused and checked my mirror to make sure it wasn't actually a child or bag of orphans. In the 15 or so seconds that I'm doing this a guy runs out to the street with a flashlight and checks on the pup. I continue driving at this point instead of turning around and apologizing as one probably should in this situation. The main reason I didn't go back was because I didn't want to have to deal with some crying guy and his kids. I surely would have laughed and run off. I'm not bad, just socially awkward.
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That's kinda fucked up. I think it's also a felony. If the cops show up at your door, I'm not bailing you out this time!
and this makes you proud of yourself?
at least you described yourself in the post title.
did i say this made me proud? i don't think so dipshit
Interesting perspective...
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