It was a dark and snowy night. Richard Kral was driving his Audi down a lonely mountain road in Slovakia. Dreaming of his family waiting at home sitting around a warm fire Richard drove wearily along. Then it seemed the mountain began to move. His worst nightmare was realized... AVALANCHE. The snow rocked his tiny car, Richard desperately tried to keep control but it was too much. And the snow fell. Finally, as the rumbling stopped Richard tried to find his way out. He rolled down his window and tried to dig but it was too much, the snow would fill his car well before he could ever escape. What could he do?
Then he remembered. Beer. The nectar of life, the last resort of a desperate man, the great equalizer. And Richard drank. He drank as he'd never drank before! He drank 2o beers. He drank 40 beers! HE DRANK 60 BEERS! And then... and then... and then...
Richard peed. Richard peed like a man possesed. Richard peed like his life depended on it, and it did. Richard peed himself out of that avalanche. "I was scooping the snow from above me and packing it down below the window, and then I peed on it to melt it. It was hard and now my kidneys and liver hurt." The authourities found him staggering down the road four days later.
So what lessons has Richard taught us? Keep lots of beer around in case of emergency and don't eat the yellow snow.
Read Richards story here.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
1 comment:
Wouldn't this technique work for ANYONE? I mean, you might not have all that beer available... but couldn't you just eat the (white) snow to re-fuel?? People need to be educated about this!
Post a Comment