It was a dark and rainy night when a drunken dinger flew down our street and became airborne. The God of drunks was watching over him, a few more feet and the dinger express would have done a nice nose dive into the creek by our house. The moral of the story is don't drink and fly. At the end of our street is the perfect ramp to launch a car into the creek if you hit it at about forty.
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