All Of The Crap They Send Me

This accident occurred north of Deer Lodge on I-90. The driver was appx 22 year old guy heading east to College.

He had left central Washington early in the morning. He fell asleep at the wheel and drifted off the shoulder hitting the end of the section of guard rail. The guard rail came through the right headlight, engine compartment, firewall, glove box, passenger seat, rear seat and exited out the driver’s side rear window. That is 120 LF of guard rail that threaded through the suburban.

No passengers and the driver was not injured. I am sharing this as a reminder to all about NOT driving when you shouldn’t be behind the wheel (drinking, texting, distracted or just plain tired).

A man is stopped by the police at midnight and asked where he’s going.

“I’m on the way to listen to a lecture about the effects of alcohol and drug abuse on the human body.”

The policeman asks,

“Really? And who’s going to give a lecture at this time of night?”

“My wife”, comes the reply.

A bloke’s wife goes missing while diving off the West Australian coast.
He reports the event, searches fruitlessly and spends a terrible night
wondering what could have happened to her.

Next morning there’s a knock at the door and he is confronted by a couple of
policemen, the old Sarge and a younger Constable.

The Sarge says, ‘Mate, we have some news for you, unfortunately some really
bad news, but, some good news, and maybe some more good news’.

‘Well,’ says the bloke, ‘I guess I’d better have the bad news first?’

The Sarge says, ‘I’m really sorry mate, but your wife is dead. Young Bill
here found her lying at about five fathoms in a little cleft in the reef.
He got a line around her and we pulled her up, but she was dead.’

The bloke is naturally pretty distressed to hear of this and has a bit of a
turn. But after a few minutes he pulls himself together and asks what the
good news is. The Sarge says, ‘Well when we got your wife up there were
quite a few really good sized crays and a swag of nice crabs attached to
her, so we’ve brought you your share.’

He hands the bloke a sugar bag with a couple of nice crays and four or five
crabs in it.

‘Geez thanks. They’re bloody beauties. I guess it’s an ill wind and all
that… So what’s the other possible good news?’

‘Well’, the Sarge says, ‘if you fancy a quick trip, me and young Bill here
get off duty at around 11 o’clock and we’re gonna shoot over there and pull
her up again!’