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On a cold winter day when I was 14 and had barely got my license, I was driving over to my girlfriend's house to hang out after school, and the roads were covered with sheet ice. I was driving an '82 datsun wagon with no chains and slipping all over this slick neighborhood road, like driving a hockey puck. There was this really super obese chick from the hood walking on the right side of the road, very underdressed in only a t-shirt and jeans, also slipping around on the ice trying not to fall. I drove by her without even thinking about the huge slush puddle in the road between us, which absolutely drenched her when I hit it. I mean it was like a tsunami of freezing gray slush going over her, leaving her soaked from head to toe. I heard her scream, then saw her slip and fall into the puddle in my rearview mirror. It was one of those intense moments of mixed emotion, like oh no, I'm so ashamed, I feel so horrible, and hahahahhahahahahahahaha 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
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