Originally Posted by RocHard

That's nothing.

When I was a kid some fucker stole my girlfriend right out from under me. Normally I would have laughed it off, but in this case I was living with the girl - My job, my schooling, my housing - all depended on this girl. Suddenly I found myself without a place to live, without a job.... So I was a bit pissed.

So I had to move back to my hometown where my parents lived - about four hundred miles. I wasn't returning. On the way out of town early in the morning I ran into this guy's truck - a stick shift, parked on a nice little hill leading to a small bridge.

Not sure exactly what happened, but some one seems to have broken the window and took the truck out of gear. Truck rolls down the hill, hits the bridge, and goes into the river below. OPPS.

I'm the nicest guy in the world, but if you piss me I'll fuck with you until the cows come home. I fucked with this guy again when I ran into him years later when I was in the Marines and he was in the Army. Good fun man.