accident Drunk fuck fell to his death

[Lord Gutsy]

In Primorye, a drunk man fell from a high-rise building, trying to climb into his apartment through the window

Artyom came home drunk. The wife, seeing the husband in an inadequate state, decided not to let him in. Then the drunk came up with a brilliant plan - to climb to the 13th floor of the building. At some point, the unfortunate man stumbled and fell from a height - he died on the spot.

 

[mrandypies]

There are no words

Oh, except for weeeeeee splat

 

[Bad Hippo]

13th floor?

Unlucky for him.

 

[ThatNiceGore]

Dang. Blud got splatted

 

[DRAGONOVDEATH]

He Thought He Was Borisman the resident hero whos super power is derived from vodka , but this guy drank rum and landed on his bum

 

[Deleted User 201666]

Is it that twat from one direction

 

[Clendenon]

Is it that twat from one direction

No, just someone in an inadequate state.

 

[Deleted User 201666]

No, just someone in an inadequate state.

Wasn't that twat too tho

 

[Dark_Voyeur]

He landed right on the welcome mat.

 

[Harumph]

Don't drink and climb.

 

[djdeeds]

Unless you're Spiderman, how the fuck do you climb 13 floors freehand while drunk? - Naah she shoved him out the window then made that story up to try and cover her ass.

 

[oceanblood]

Dam don't wear headphones and watch this I almost 💀 with that fucking ding! Ouch 😳

 

[Htos1av]

Czar bomba.

 

[Norme DePlume]

He Thought He Was Borisman the resident hero whos super power is derived from vodka , but this guy drank rum and landed on his bum

In the city’s chill where shadows blend,
Lived Artyom, whose nights would never end.
With vodka flowing like rivers wide,
He laughed with the moon, his only guide.

“Just one more glass,” he’d often declare,
As the clock struck twelve, without a care.
His wife would plead, “Come home, my dear!”
But the bottle’s embrace drowned out her fear.

One fateful eve, the spirits took flight,
He stumbled and swayed, lost to the night.
Locked out of his apartment, a cold, silent plea,
He gazed at the heights—what could be seen?

The thirteenth story, a beacon so bright,
“Just a quick climb,” he thought, “to set this right.”
With courage brewed in the depths of his drink,
He scaled the facade, not stopping to think.

But the wall betrayed him, the bricks were unkind,
And gravity whispered, “You’ve crossed the line.”
A slip, a gasp, as the stars held their breath,
In a tragic ballet, he danced with his death.

Now the bottle is still, the laughter has fled,
For Artyom’s dreams lie cold, left unsaid.
In the echoes of night, a lesson learnt plain:
Vodka and urban mountaineering bring only pain.

 

[Alkamancito]

I mean... he could have waited one minute. More sarisfying to take one or two with him.

 

[dwdays]

Tough loss…the world needs more geniuses

 

[Mikeman]

 

[girl101]

A couple walking Was like oh shit what do we do now.

 

[Nicole's Brown Simpson]

In Primorye, a drunk man fell from a high-rise building, trying to climb into his apartment through the window

Artyom came home drunk. The wife, seeing the husband in an inadequate state, decided not to let him in. Then the drunk came up with a brilliant plan - to climb to the 13th floor of the building. At some point, the unfortunate man stumbled and fell from a height - he died on the spot.

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Sounds like what I did with my ex old man. I was nowhere to be around of course, and I have phone records to prove it, but that's beside the point lol. It's cheaper and WAYYY funnier than a divorce! 😃 😎

 

[TheDevilRullz]

I hope God opens the door to heaven for him, because if he has to climb again...