Posts Tagged ‘crash’

SUCKS TO BE Eric Gremm, chili eatin,’ house crashin’ truck driver

Tuesday, February 2nd, 2010
$1.99 for a small. Unless you count the truck repair, the home demolition and the lawsuit. And then it comes to about $4,438,993.99

$1.99 for a small. Unless you count the truck repair, the home demolition and the lawsuit. And then it comes to about $4,438,993.99

When trucker Eric Gremm ordered a small Wendy’s chili to go, he figured he was probably in for a little indigestion and some in-cabin methane poisoning. But he never thought the meal would make him crash his rig into some unlucky bastard’s house.

But, that is precisely what happened.

As the story goes, Eric was slurping down his spicy bowl of goodness while driving through Lowell, Massachusetts. Mr. Gremm claims the food went “down the wrong pipe” causing him to get lightheaded and pass out.

The rest of the story, as the they say, is history.  Mr. Gremm’s rig took out a house, knocking it completely off of its foundation. He also destroyed an uneaten Biggie Fries and large Frosty, both of which succombed to the impact, and went flying to the floor.

When asked to comment, Mr. Gremm could only say, “Damn I’m hungry. I wish I woulda crashed into a McDonald’s or something.”

Mr. Gremm could face charges of reckless operation and assault with a deadly value meal.

SUCKS TO BE stuck in traffic behind a masturbating truck driver

Friday, September 25th, 2009
Truck Driver Mug Shot (Artists Rendering)

Truck Driver Mug Shot (Artists Rendering)

If you’re driving on the main drag from the Boras, Sweden to Gothenburg, Sweden, you’re probably not reading this. You’re probably sitting in your car wondering why traffic hasn’t moved for three *%*$*%#!@@! hours.

Well, the reason you’re late for work at the Volvo factory is because a truck driver ahead of you had an attack of Deadly Sperm Buildup. And he needed to cure himself.

Yes, the trucker decided it would be a good idea to yank out the stick shift and start pumping—all while cruising his 10 ton death machine at 100kmh. As one might expect, the man got a little distracted, and crashed his rig, blocking two lanes of traffic.

And then the story gets really weird. The driver, eyewitnesses confirm, continued to beat the bishop as rescue teams pulled him from his rig. And even as he was interrogated by police, he was still trying to blow out the brains of Charles the Bald.

Wow, that’s Sting-like staying power.

And while we sorta applaud the man’s will and determination, we have to call him out on his driving skills. Hey, Dedrick, didn’t you learn anything in truck driver school? It’s two hands on the wheel—not one hand on the wheel, and the other on the fireman.

So in the interest of safety, the next time the little swimmers commandeer your common sense, pull over at a rest stop to play Uno. Because if you pull that shit on the road, a lot more people will be screaming “Oh God.” And not in a good way.

SUCKS TO BE Erold Sigurdsson, attractor of the log trucks

Saturday, September 19th, 2009

22154If you’re sitting in your house and a logging truck crashes into it, you’re unfortunate.

If it happens twice, you’re jinxed.

If it happens a third time, then you’re Erold Sigurdsson.

Erold, a 65-year-old homeowner from Ortrask, Sweden, lives on a bend. A bend that truck drivers carrying human deforestation seem to have a hard time negotiating. As a result, they have a propensity to careen out of control, and crash into Erold’s home filled with sweet Ikea furniture and autographed pictures of Ingrid Bergman.

“It’s always so goddamned dark in this country,” explains Sigurdsson. “And it doesn’t help that everyone’s drunk on Absolut.”

Erold, though, refuses to move. And plans on rebuilding. For the fourth time.

Sucks to be his insurance company.

SUCKS TO BE Hans and Irene Schueler, target of a frozen urine bomb

Tuesday, June 23rd, 2009

Now, when you go, you know where it goes
Now, when you go, you know where it goes

To put it bluntly, the Scheulers are pissed.  It seems that while they were sitting in their quiet little cottage in the Austrian hills they received a visitor — a huge ice cube made of, well, piss.

Apparently, a passing jet liner decided to relieve itself over the Sheuler’s house, giving Hans and Irene their own version of the golden shower. The pee-sicle crashed through their roof, and landed on the floor of their home, causing significant damage.

The air raid — the likes of which had not been seen since the waning days of WWII,  not only shook the house, it shook the Schuelers.   “I just figured  the Taliban got thier hands on some new sick kind of weapon and were ready to stink us all to death,” recalls Mr. Scheuler. “I can put up with bombs and gunfire, but start throwing pee on me, and I’ll surrender faster than you can say  ‘Von Trapp.’”

The Schuelers, will not have to surrender. In fact, they are now going into attack mode with a platoon of lawyers seeking revenge.

Who’s pissing themselves now, Mr. Friendly Skies?