Originally posted by Sturmovik
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So i'm @ my work having a beverage with my mate in the beer garden when I hear commotion going on out the front. (Cnr Mends St/Mill Point Rd) I leap to my feet and heel-toe to toward the action when low and behold I see a Ferrari (2004 355 Spider?) hugging a traffic pole. I laugh, run, grab my mate - run back to the scene and take some photos for good measure. Meanwhile the driver pops out of his vehicle and the bouncers take him to one side. My friend and I leave the scene: back to our beers - and start having a good chuckle at this poor blokes expense.
Next thing I know my off duty manager yells: "oi stop that fucker!" - bolts after this ferrari driver running through the beer garden and out toward the back carpark. I (knight in shining armour) jump to my feet, slip on the flip flops and start chasing after them both. Out the back carpark of the pub the culprit is dashing through parked cars (at a medium/drunk fuck pace) so it wasn't long before my manager and I were in close range of our target. Little does he (my manager) realise there is a chain fence blocking off a certain section of the carpark and mid-chase he is unfortunate enough to trip straight over and receive a face full of bitumen. Like the nimble gazelle I am, I glide over the fence trying not to smirk at my boss's misfortune and resume the hunt. As I regain my composure and lock back on to this ferrari fucker 10 metres ahead of me I see the cunt trip, slip and fall to the ground over a second chain fence just before the end of the car park. What luck! Just before he jumps back to his feet I catch up, side swipe his legs with the old "take that wifey" backhand and he crumbles back to the ground once more. A few swear words later my felled manager and one of the bouncers brought themselves up to pace and grabbed him by the sleeves, carting him back to the accident.
PHEW! What an effort, thongs are definitely not the best fit for running. After all that excitement we found out he was the owner of the vehicle, cops rocked up on the scene - he blew .244 and got carted off. Bwahahahahah.
Also turns out he was trying to show off to the people at the pub "look at me i'm in a ferrari" - pulled the finger, planted it and lost traction straight into the pole.
Next thing I know my off duty manager yells: "oi stop that fucker!" - bolts after this ferrari driver running through the beer garden and out toward the back carpark. I (knight in shining armour) jump to my feet, slip on the flip flops and start chasing after them both. Out the back carpark of the pub the culprit is dashing through parked cars (at a medium/drunk fuck pace) so it wasn't long before my manager and I were in close range of our target. Little does he (my manager) realise there is a chain fence blocking off a certain section of the carpark and mid-chase he is unfortunate enough to trip straight over and receive a face full of bitumen. Like the nimble gazelle I am, I glide over the fence trying not to smirk at my boss's misfortune and resume the hunt. As I regain my composure and lock back on to this ferrari fucker 10 metres ahead of me I see the cunt trip, slip and fall to the ground over a second chain fence just before the end of the car park. What luck! Just before he jumps back to his feet I catch up, side swipe his legs with the old "take that wifey" backhand and he crumbles back to the ground once more. A few swear words later my felled manager and one of the bouncers brought themselves up to pace and grabbed him by the sleeves, carting him back to the accident.
PHEW! What an effort, thongs are definitely not the best fit for running. After all that excitement we found out he was the owner of the vehicle, cops rocked up on the scene - he blew .244 and got carted off. Bwahahahahah.
Also turns out he was trying to show off to the people at the pub "look at me i'm in a ferrari" - pulled the finger, planted it and lost traction straight into the pole.
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