Couldn’t you just get some alcohol and stay home instead? Nothing personal, but you’re probably going to kill someone. I don’t know if you used your sense of touch today, but if you had you’d notice that when you touch things outside they’re frozen. You know, ice cold? Like, ice? Since you’re not blowing down the road in your four-wheeler git’n ‘ur done, why not sit your stupid drunken redneck ass at home and watch a C.S.I. marathon? I’m just checking because, you know, I saw this dude at the Piggly Wiggly next to my house tonight who was so piss drunk you could smell him before you saw him. He proceeded to argue with the cashier before storming out to get in his car and drive.
Oh great. Now what do I do? Do I leave well enough alone and pretend I didn’t see it, throw myself in front of the vehicle and pray that he stops, or do I call the cops and give them his license plate number and let him spend a night in jail? I chose (a) because I’m a wuss and I don’t like to invite trouble into my life. However, I think one of the folks at the ‘Pig may have made that call for me and thus saved someone’s life tonight.
The rest of you are possibly reading this and nodding in agreement. I’m preaching to the choir again, and the only hallelujahs I’m getting are from people who already get what I mean.
