It sounds like one of those urban legend stories, doesn't it? Designed to scare people away from drinking and driving. It's bizarre.
Spike's Bitches 27: I'm Embarrassed for Our Kind.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Daisy Jane, my condolences.
{{{Daisy Jane}}}
How awful. I'm so sorry Daisy.
Dear God in Heaven.
I'm so very sorry, Daisy. That's just awful.
How awful, Daisy. I'm so sorry.
Oh, Daisy. I'm so sorry.
That's awful, Daisy. I'm so sorry.
I'm dressed now, and I think I'm going to get out for a bit. Thanks for the condolences.
So sorry to hear that. {{{{{{{{{{Daisy Jane}}}}}}}}}}}
Daisy, how sad for her friends and family. My sympathies.
And I forgot to say, go Fay! earlier. Keep up the good work. Not like me. I lost 15 pounds and promptly rested on my laurels. My laurels are soft and cushy, still.
Finally got the Peppermint Mocha. After showering, starting laundry, taking out trash and doing grocery shopping for turkey day. Now, if only I had some Schnapps to toss in the coffee.