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Working late nights finds one witnessing some troubling sights. Case and point: Driver of a black SUV speeding up the West Side Highway seemingly impaired and unable to control swerving lanes.
We marveled at how this driver repeatedly swerved in and out of lanes and, at times, rode two lanes while heading North bound along the Hudson River. This driver also would hit a hard break, almost coming to a complete stop, for no apparent reason.
We first took notice of his seemingly impaired state on the West 57th Street ramp as he crossed over into our lane without provocation. Thinking it best to not attempt to pass we slowed and trailed a ways behind him.
Driver continued to weave in and out of lanes and hit his breaks for a large stretch of the road. Eventually we arrived at the thought that this has to be seen to be believed and we taped his continual high jinks until we parted company a few miles down the road.
And where was NYPD?
No where to be found. It wasn’t end-of-the-month quota time.
Here’s one to make the top of the WTF list of 2012. Ultimate Fighter Ray Elbe let his girlfriend take the top position during a bout of coitus recently at his Malaysian condo and girlfriend went and executed a thrust that his erection wasn’t prepared for resulting in fracturing his penis!
WTF is right.
Elbe himself relayed the minutiae of what ensued shortly after the ‘didn’t know my own vagina’s strength’ move that left him – by his own accounts – faint, with blood gushing out of his member. And one has to ask, why?
Is nothing private anymore?
Oh, and les we forget to mention, Elbe had to also take anti-erection meds, post-surgery, as a woody wouldn’t have aided his pain any.
“Keeping it safe during sex isn’t just wearing a condom,” Elbe says of his resulting injury.
Sure at first this sounds like one of the most painful occurrences any man could experience – and indeed we fully believe it is. We have personally felt the pain a sudden jerk on our privates from an unsuspected – and uninvited – source while at an Amsterdam club some years ago. But shortly after this feeling of sympathy towards Elbe our chuckle overtook our sensory and, to tell the truth, we couldn’t stop guffawing.
We couldn’t help but visualize Elbe dashing from the bed spritzing blood everywhere on his way into the bathroom. The panic that assuredly ensued witnessing the red gush not to mention experiencing the pain unfolding as he attempted to do something – anything to make the bleeding stop. Minutes seeming like an eternity until the onset and sub-coming to a fainting spell where his otherwise chiseled frame caved and he collapsed busting his chin and fracturing his teeth on the bathroom floor.
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