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Speed Freak Accident

We all know a bad driver, when we see one.

By Jamie IronsPublished 3 years ago 1 min read
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He gave no indication to which way he would go

but I got the distinct impression that he wasn't going slow,

and judging by his driving I think he's going to crash,

he's driving like a looney,

but thinks he's being -

FLASH!

FLASH!

blinded by the lights he was all over the place,

the camera got his number but didn't get his face,

as he kept on driving the needle roase more and more,

he couldn't get much faster now as the pedal hit the floor,

"Look he's lost control now at about a hundred and three!"

and an airbag didn't save him as he wrapped it round a tree.

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Jamie Irons

Dude Where's My Car?

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