Mr X walks out of local Tavern into carpark and stops next to white 4WD. Tries key in door and is confused by why door wont open. Turns and looks at Black 4WD and then wanders around to drivers side door of Black 4WD and unlocking door, gets in and drives off.
Colorblind?
;-)
The breath analyzers located outside Australian bars are not just there as a challenge…
As an aside, “drink driving” never fails to elicit a chuckle, but only because it sounds foreign to my damnable American ears.
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I knew a guy in similar circumstances...
-Went to a bar...
-Drank too much...
-Realized he drank way too much to drive...
-Left his car parked at the bar (did not drive home)...
-Took a taxi home...
-He lives in a row (town houses that look exactly alike (military) with only the house number to distinguish them)...
-He got out of the taxi...
-And went to the house two doors down...
-Tried the knob...
-Remembered he locked the door, but left his keys at the bar (it's the law)...
-Remembered he kept a spare over the door in the rain gutter...
-So did his neighbor...
-"Hey! Who are you people in my bed?!" he exclaims.
-"Hey! Who are you in my bedroom!?" the other guy retorts.
-MP (Military Police) fun-time begins...
Really, this is a true story. This was the guy's first offense, ever. His BAC was pretty high, so it was determined by the commander that he required help and he was remanded to the Army Substance Abuse Program (it was also the only way to keep him out of UCMJ (legal) trouble). I was the DA6 officer drawn to escort this guy.
Why do people get that drunk? I've gotten drunk precisely once, and I hated it.
I would say lack of self control/not knowing when to stop. I can't fathom it either.
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Why do people get that drunk? I've gotten drunk precisely once, and I hated it.I would say lack of self control/not knowing when to stop. I can't fathom it either.
With absolutely no intention of defending it...
If a person doesn't know their limits, are in a party situation, are drinking hard alcohol, and are NOT paying attention to how much they are drinking, then it can be pretty easy to drink enough to hit this point before you even really begin to feel it.
however, this is NO excuse for getting behind the wheel.
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being in a real small town with nothing else to do?
That brings me to my latest rant:
I live in a small town. There's basically nothing to do, so all the local kids get ####### wasted, then decide to drag race, break ####, and #### each other blind. The death rate almost eclipses the teen pregnancy rate.
So what gets done about this? ####### nothing, that's what. The town board is too chickenshit to fix things, or even TRY to fix things. #### them. When it's their kids getting an express ticket to drag racer hell, they'll be the ones ruing the day they decided not to even TRY.
I've lost friends. A lot of friends, just because they were dumb ##### with nothing to do.
Welcome to America.
-"Hey! Who are you people in my bed?!" he exclaims.
-"Hey! Who are you in my bedroom!?" the other guy retorts.
Man, in Texas he'd almost certainly be shot; people here are just aching for a burglar to break in so they can be a "big hero" and blow him away. When it doesn't happen, they sit around and talk about upgrading calibers and switching to glaser slugs or dumdumming their ammo so that they can make a bigger mess of the guy. I'm serious, this is like a major pastime among a lot of otherwise normal-seeming people I know.
Also, I read in the paper that something like 40% of drivers here on Friday nights are well above the legal limit. Watching them drive, I don't doubt it. Texas has become cloyingly "family-friendly," culturally-speaking, but in a lot of ways it's still stuck in the Wild West.
also the only way to keep him out of UCMJ (legal) trouble).
No kidding. I'm familiar with the UCMJ (West Point drop-out since 2003!) It's harsh.
West Point drop-out since 2003!
1990, here. But "voluntary."
Same here. I left 25 days into Beast.
Also, apparently they can't make New Cadets do pushups at Beast anymore. I heard this from a current Cadet (a rising Cow).
I was working at a Texaco. A guy driving a big delivery truck stumbles in to buy something. I was fairly sure he was drunk. I called the cops as he left and reported the license. Not sure whatever happened to him.
I live in Texas and do not own a firearm.
being in a real small town with nothing else to do?
That's what explosives and/or hood surfing is for. I wouldn't recommend the mixture. Hell, even in Antlers, I don't think anyone tried mixing them.
Cow tipping?
I live in Texas and do not own a firearm.
I'd be hestitant to admit that around here! Still, do you get a tax break or something for being part of a vanishing minority with no pipe dreams of justifiable homicide?
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I had dinner at Applebee's in Murray, KY this one time and as I walked out of the restaurant, a car drives up over the foundation curb and right over a shrub not 3 feet in front of me. I saw the driver and had seen him leave from the bar just a few minutes before i cashed out to leave. I sttod there in a "did that just happen" sort of state for a moment before walking on out to my truck.
Another time, my wife and I had been canoeing in TN and just pulled our canoe up on shore to turn it back in at the rental place. I had started up the little gravel road to the rental place, but had turned around to talk to my wife. All of a sudden, we heard a noise like a vehicle driving on (gravel) shoulder of the highway up the embankment from us. By the time we turned around, a full-sized duely pick-up truck crashed down the embankment (through a copse of 20-feet-tall trees) and landed on the little gravel road about 15 feet in front of us. Truck was a mess; driver was ok though.
-Skeld
"back in the day" i was in korea, i was sober for a grand total of 4 days out of the 363 days i was there. they were not consecutive. worst 4 days of my tour. during that time, i was a M60 gunner, and went to several machine gun ranges (sometimes very drunk) went to countless M16 ranges. blew up a bridge. puked in a helicopter (and lots of other places). spent a very very very short (as in less than 2 hours) stint as an armored personnal carrier driver. participated in 28 patrols within the demiliterized zone with a combat load of 5.56 rounds, and 8 live high explosive 40 mm grenades for my M203 (with one of them in the chamber, safety off, because you never know). ran countless miles for pt, walked countless miles with 70 pounds on my back, and a 23 pound machine gun. drove the company commander to a range in a M151 (now that was funny, i had never drove a vehicle with a clutch until that momement, i was drunk, i told my squad leader i was drunk, and didnt know how to drive the blasted thing in the first place, he told me i was more sober than he was, it was just a short ways, and that i would be ok). spent about 7 months of that time out in the field (not including the 2.5 month DMZ tour). woke up in a rice paddy, half naked, without any shoes, 45 miles south of where i was stationed, missing for three days (my unit was so glad that i was alive that i didnt get into any trouble).
and i was barely 19 years old when i left the place.
that was a differnt army then. its not as bad now. although, nobody in my unit died. it would have been much cheaper, and safer to have played dungeons and dragons for that year. i did have my ad&d dmg, phb, and mm with me.
how i survived that i will never know. i do know that i didnt have a dime to call my parents when i got home so i left my bags at the airport, and walked the thrity miles home. (i had unfortunatly sobered up on the airplane, something about legal drinking ages)
P.S. i havent had a drink since i got back from iraq, feb 2005. i also never drank while i was there, although i had plenty of opportunity and reason.
alcohol mixed with that place equals death of soldier.
if you have been there, and are having problems, seek help. it will only save your life.
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being in a real small town with nothing else to do?That's what explosives and/or hood surfing is for. I wouldn't recommend the mixture. Hell, even in Antlers, I don't think anyone tried mixing them.
There is a drug problem where I live, but the injuries and deaths are more related to stupid people than to gang violence.
Like the guy on cocaine who shot a propane tank.
Or the guy on LSD who shot his neighbor's cow because it was "going to get him".
Or the kid who led cops on a fifteen-mile moped chase at twenty miles per hour. He had a KILO of Mary Jane in his backpack, so what does he do? He goes home.
Then there was the kid who got drunk and decided to go bumper-surfing on a kid's tricycle.
And the drunk guy who shoved an m-80 up a cow's rectum (yes, it killed the cow. Beat you to the joke. True story, though).
Basically just morons with chemicals in their bodies. The real killer is the preppy kids that party too hard, then are found the next morning with their BMWs wrapped around trees.