It’s probably safe to say that Benjamin Keyser is not the sharpest knife in the drawer. Seems he was riding as a passenger in a F350 Ford Truck with a moon roof when he thought it’d be hilarious to climb out of said moon roof while the truck was in motion:
“He immediately lost his balance, slid down the windshield and front hood … and the truck ran him over,” said State Police Capt. Scott Brown.
[…] The other three occupants of the truck put Keyser, 23, back in the truck and drove him to the Chatham Rescue Squad headquarters where he received emergency medical care before a New York State Police helicopter transported him to Albany Medical Center.
He remains there in serious condition as of press time. Keyser broke a femur and suffered facial and bodily injuries, according to authorities.
via The Register Star Online > Joke gone wrong lands man in hospital.
He’s lucky that’s all he suffered from. Seriously, how stupid do you have to be to think this is a good idea?
“It appears that alcohol played a part in this accident,” he said. “The victim had consumed alcohol just before this happened.”
Ah, you have to be stupid drunk to think this is a good idea. Of course the real question here is: Do you think he learned anything from this?
You should probably reconsider who you choose as a drinking buddy if this ever happens to you:
According to deputies, both men admitted that they were drinking. They said they are friends, but what began as an early-morning toast ended with one them being taken to a local hospital with an embarrassing injury.
Capt. Jeff Papanek said the two men had been drinking, began to argue and then things got worse from there.
Deputies said the argument escalated and then one of the men was stabbed in the buttocks area.
Talk about a pain in the ass!
Yes, I admit that was a totally obvious pun, but I have to wonder when I read things like this. I mean it’s not like my friends and I were candidates for Mensa when we were growing up (OK, perhaps Daryl was, but he was the exception to the rule) and we got ourselves into some heated arguments at times, but not once did any of us ever pull a knife on each other let alone stab someone in their posterior. Anytime we put each other in danger it was totally unintentional.
Unless you count my first car, which was a 1969 Chevy Nova with no front suspension to speak of that had an alarming tendency to bottom out on the slightest bumps in the road. That was probably more dangerous to drive than it should have been and I drove friends around in it quite a bit. But even then I didn’t intend to put them in danger. It was just a matter of circumstance.