It was a beautiful summer’s evening, the night I faked my
own death.
I’d gone into the evening expecting a night of light
drinking, nice conversation, maybe even a little dancing if I met a nice girl.
Well, I certainly met a girl. She was so far drunk she
should have come round to sober again.
So I dragged her to the curb, but she wouldn’t let go, so I
jumped in front of a car and pretended it hit me.
She staggered off at that point, bawling her eyes out.
The ambulance driver on the other hand was cute…
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