Monday, December 24, 2018

Rocket Man: A Reckless, Slovakian BMW Driver was Treated for Injuries after Launching into the Air Off a Concrete Barrier at the Side of a Tunnel Entrance, Hitting the Top of the Tunnel, and Crashing onto the Road Below, Near Poprad

By Reader-Researcher R.C.
Sun, Dec 23, 2018 8:17 p.m.

Sparks fly as car soars through the air and crashes in Slovak tunnel -

SLOVAKIA (CIRCA via STORYFUL) – A BMW driver was treated for injuries after being launched into the air off a concrete barrier at the side of a tunnel entrance, hitting the top of the tunnel, and crashing onto the road below, near Poprad, Slovakia, on December 20, police said.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Christmas poem(Clement Moore adaptation)
Twas the night before Christmas
And all through the hood.
All the blackies were stirring-
Up to no good.
The bullets were flying,
from guns,through the air.
Thugs hopin' the po-lice
would soon not be there.
The negroes were outside
with Afros and dreads.
While meth,H and cocaine
danced in their heads.
Now I'm the lone white guy
you'll see on the map
The noise is so loud
I can't take a nap
I looked out the window
to see what was the matter
When a bullet flew by,
the glass it did shatter
And then to my wondering eyes
there appeared
A lot of police cars
and cops in full gear.
I knew in a minute
This was a drug raid
And soon it looked like
a Macy's parade.
The cops with their bullhorns
yelled out to the hood:
"Hey Leroy,Felonious,Daquarious,
Get out of your houses
Get out on the lawn.
We're here to arrest you
And then we'll be gone.
And all of your 'guests'
We're here to give you
A long winters rest."
They rounded them up
with not much of a fight.
Put them in wagons
An incredible sight.
And as they drove off,
down through the street lights,
They said one last thing
With great sound and might:
"Merry Christmas white folks,and to you
A good night."
--GR Anonymous