samus79
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An interesting character gives a run down of a hit and run drunk drivers rampage (no injuries or gore) runtime about 2:00 min
View: https://youtu.be/1RgwbFJclBA
You should warn there's a LOT of MF ing going, but it was funny.An interesting character gives a run down of a hit and run drunk drivers rampage (no injuries or gore) runtime about 2:00 min
View: https://youtu.be/1RgwbFJclBA
You should warn there's a LOT of MF ing going, but it was funny.
That MF uses MF a lot of MF'ing times. Dayum.
That's exactly what I thought when watching it. Just a common pronoun for them.I believe it’s a standard pronoun in Jive/Ebonics similar to he, she or them.
I've done a lot of hitch hiking in my day but never on a railroad.I'm not a supporter of drunk driving and haven't done it in decades, but back in my partying days... So, here's my favorite DUI story:
Back in the '80s - in South Africa - a friend invited me to go on a weekend-long braii (bar-b-que) party at his girlfriend's brother's farm. The brother had a really nice spread, but it was way the 'ell and gone outside of Johannesburg and down a series of gravel/dirt roads. I had to follow him carefully (in daylight) to get there and the rooster tail of dust his car kicked up made it impossible to follow closely.
We arrived at the farm and everyone was having a great time, eating various roasted meats and getting completely plastered. There was and (probably still is) a strong drinking culture in South Africa. The sun went down and we all continued to drink. My girlfriend, my buddy's girlfriend, the girlfriend's brother, myself, my buddy and other assorted guests got completely "bobalos" which means plastered in the local lingua. I was more than ready for bed.
Suddenly there was a great commotion and my friend and his girlfriend's brother were fighting! I mean a real knock down, drag out sort of fight! I have - and had - no idea what the 'ell caused it and I wasn't remotely involved. Then suddenly, my buddy, bloody and looking much the worse for wear, came up to me and announced, "We're leaving. Let's go!" I was not remotely in any condition to drive, but here I was at a remote farm, surrounded by people I didn't remotely know. Lot's of remote going on!
So we all piled into our vehicles and headed out of the farm towards Jo'burg. I had many problems. I had no idea where we were. The dust clouds I mentioned earlier made it almost impossible to follow my buddy's car at night and of course, I was reeeeeally hammered. Intermittently, I could barely make out one of his tail lights, but never both at the same time. Also, I was so drunk that I almost had to close one eye not to see double!
Up in the distance, I saw my friend's brake lights come on and stay on for a protracted period. What the 'ell? Then his car moved on. Shortly, I saw the reason for his stop. There was a South African Police roadblock straddling the dirt road!!! As I pulled up to stop. I'm thinking there's no way in hell I can remotely (there's that "remote" again) pass as sober. So, there I was, stopped and surrounded by hard men holding automatic weapons! The SAP frequently staged these roadblocks looking for terrorists transporting weapons on the back roads. Now I certainly wasn't a terrorist, but you could get arrested for DUI!
The first cop asked me where I was headed. I looked at him bleary-eyed and responded, "I'm trying to get back to Johannesburg, but I am so blitzed that if I lose those tail lights up ahead I'm never getting out of Africa!"
The cops all laughed uproariously and just waved me on!!!
That would never happen in the US. I experienced many things in southern Africa that would not/could not happen here. As an example, one time I was hitch hiking and a long-assed freight train stopped in the middle of nowhere to pick me up, but that's another story.
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Doc
its still not as good as “Bambulance.”
This begs the question. Is mf one or two words?
Mike