I almost got run over

Yeah, by some Renault 4 series estate driving mother phuqer. Right, i was on my way home from the pub where i had gone after the other pub where i had gone straight from work with my team leader who was all like, ‘yeah, do you want a pint’ so i said, ‘yes’, because he has been very stressed of late, i.e. i wanted a drink basically. He’s a right cheeky little weasel you know, i thought that we had only drunk 4 beers at a point where we had in fact had five, because i forgot that i bought him one that i owed him from Friday.
So yeah i got home and my brother had lost his phone. He reckons that he left it atop his car roof, upon whence he haft driven off and it hast gefallen with an almighty breaking smashing into bits technique. Problem is, i messaged him earlier and now i find out he didn’t have his phone. GHEY!

So anyway, i went to do a wee wee on my walk back from the station, walked down slightly inclined embankment and during which i felt the urge to dance due to the fact that i happend to be listening to blood brothers, so adhering to a strict left, right, left again, green cross code, i pranced across the road, into the path of a rather fast Peugeot, who had blatantly been speeding. He stopped, shouted something and drove off.

So basically, did i do the right thing in slowing down a speeding motorist just before a residential area? Yes. I, want, my, medal.

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