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In college I lived on the main drag, and spent a lot of nights with my friends getting drunk in the front yard and yelling at people. One such warm, dry San Diego night, at about 2 am, a BMW 7 series goes into skid out of nowhere and wraps itself around a traffic light pole. We all get up screaming and run over to see what happened. Some dumb rich sorority girl is sitting inside, cell phone still in one hand, cigarette still in the other. Totally shittanked, like .30 or greater shittanked. She had been crying about something prior to the crash and she's got eye liner and makeup smeared all over her face. No shoes, I mean not even in the car. Her slutty dress is hiked up past her navel and she doesn't even seem to notice. Against my advice, my My-Cousin-Vinny-like friend Tommy opens the door, pushes back the airbags, and asks if she's alright. The first thing she says is "Oh my god, what do I do?" Tommy gives a quick one world answer. "Run!" So this chick takes off running into the darkened neighborhood, no shoes, smoke still in hand. The last we see of her is her thong-laden rear end as she disappears into the shadows into an uncertain future. When the cops show up five minutes later and ask what happened, Tommy says "crazy bitch ran off thataway!" and 5-0 drives off in hot pursuit. Never found out how that one ended, but I'd pay cash money to find out.
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