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Explaination.posted Jul 6th 2008, 6:36AM
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1:36 AM
My daddy was hit while riding his motercycle.
I heard him coming down the street and he got near the driveway, when someone hit him. I thought a gun had gone off when I heard the crash, so I ducked. My mom woke up and ran outside. She came in later and told me that someone hit my daddy. Then she took her cell phone and told me to stay inside. I watched from the window and prayed that my daddy was okay or atleast still alive. Soon a crowd of people gathered and police men and an ambulance and a fire truck came. They loaded my daddy up onto the ambulance and my mom told me that my aunt was going to come over while she went to the hospital with my dad.
I was so pissed off because cars kept trying to pass though while MY dad is LYING IN THE MIDDLE OF THE STREET. They see the police cars and ambulance. Why did they think it was alright to try and go through?! I'll fucking kill whoever hit my daddy. I'll break thier neck!
So...whatever. Post whatever. Flame me if you want. I probably won't be on until I'm sure my daddy is alright. And excuse my spelling/grammer.....
Oh, well, that was nothing. You've never hit on me (no offense), so I have no problem with you. That and you don't strike me as that sort of guy who would do that sort of thing. Even if you did, that girl could've been a lot less of a bitch about it.
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