When I was around 13 I was cycling down the street, turned around to check behind me and when I turned back around found a car had pulled out in front of me. I put a large dent in the hood and used my face to nicely pattern the safety glass of the windshield. I spent about 2 hours having safety glass picked out of my face at the hospital (which is a great example of government regulation at work–if it hadn’t been safety glass, I would have lost my left eye).
I just want to make sure that the driver knows I hope she didn’t go through too much that day.
Saw the picture of Whittington, eh?
Ick.
What sort of horses head do they have to leave in your bed to get you to apologize for being shot?
The difference between their public rhetoric and their private morals is pretty astonishing.
I hope your parents paid to have that car repaired!