“I was driving for a tow company in L.A. We had official police tow contracts for three cities and it was busy, with lots of freeway work. Towing stuff for cops, AAA stuff, and crashes. You know, the crashes can get gory as hell.”
“There was this one driver named Ralphie Bermudez. Ralphie liked crashes, gory ones. The gorier the better, stuff that nobody wanted to see. He loved that shit.”
“So he’d show up at just about every really splattery gross crash, but he’d stop on the way. And he’d get a dozen jelly donuts and bring them to the scene.”
“He’d walk up eating one, try to hand them out, kinda squeeze them at people. ‘Who wants a jelly donut? Jelly donuts for everyone!’ People would get grossed out, like, c’mon Ralphie. That’s not cool. He’d just keep chuckling.”
“Yeah, that was Ralphie. Jelly donut Ralphie.”
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Wow.
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Heh.
And:
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Sure as moons is cheeses…
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I do not even.
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ohhhhhhhhhhhh
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This is possibly the most disspiriting thing I’ve read about Los Angeles in a week of news that has not positively disposed me to Los Angeles anyway.
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Chilling.
And so sweet and tasty!
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