Join Date: Aug 2012
Location: Side of a mountain in New Hampshire
You buys your ticket. You takes your ride.
He ain't done. Just look at that dumb grin. Not enough damage, not enough blood. He'll be downing a longneck and laughin it up and telling the tale and then, sure enough, somewhere along the line he'll go and get himself jammed up in another dummy dance. If he hits the sweet spot next time he'll find himself all bunged up and get to sit on his dumb roadrashed ass for awhile doing the math. If he's any good at arithmetic, maybe he'll cypher out a solution that leans toward living.
Or maybe he won't even get the chance to take the quiz. Zip, bang, you lose. Thanks for playing. Next contestant Johny.
Been there, done that. Asphalt tastes like stupid.