After leading a police chase that went on at 115 miles per hour and tossing beer cans out his window, William Joseph Galloway wrecked his pickup truck. After he wrecked his truck the man took another swig of beer and gave the deputies who’d been chasing him the middle finger.
According to the authorities Galloway told them he was going to die fighting and swinging, however the use of a taser put that threat to an end.
Galloway of Winter Park is now being held on $8,000 bail in the St. Johns County jail. He’s been charged with driving under the influence, driving with a suspended or revoked license, aggravated fleeing, attempting to elude and resisting arrest without violence. No one was hurt.
The chase began about 7:30 p.m. Tuesday when a Florida Highway Patrol trooper began following a pickup truck with no headlights heading north on Interstate 95 in Flagler County. Troopers and deputies watched the driver throw beer cans from his truck as he weaved through traffic at high speeds in heavy rain. The truck eventually spun off the road and crashed into a tree.
“The suspect rolled down his window and drank from a beer can while displaying his middle finger in defiance,” the report said.
When Galloway would not get out of the truck and started to reach for his glove box, a deputy fired a 15-second Taser stun gun burst, the report said.
Galloway told deputies he would have fought them all if he had not been jolted with the Taser, the report said.
Galloway passed out several times after telling officers he had been taking methamphetamine and drinking alcohol all day, the report said.
Why do a lot of these type of stories happen in Florida?
Has your pet ever sounded like it was talking?
There’s a few cats in the video below that sound like they are saying Hello, Mama and well … on just rambles on and on! It’s hilarious!
If we were the owners of the last cat I think our sides would hurt from laughing at it every day! You’ve got to see this video! Oh and please feel free to give it a stumble - it’s worthy!
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Is this rabbit yawning, screaming or singing? Could be any of the choices couldn’t it?
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The London Review of Books published a compendium of the weirdest and funniest advertisements from the eccentric readers who write to it’s personal column in seek of love, sex, or friendship with like minded people. You know- serial embezzlers, beardy physicists known as Naughty Lola, or self-harming flautists.
The book is called “They call me Naughty Lola”, and it proves that the English are not all stiff-upper lip with this strange collection.
Here’s an example of what you might find in Naughty Lola:
“Woman, 32, needful of the finer things in life seeks stinking rich bloke, 80-100,” one ad says. “Must be willing to fibrillate his ventricles when he becomes tiresome or bankrupt or both. Also interesting thirtysomethings for illicit, immoral affair to be conducted concurrently with the above.”
Or maybe this guy’s more your style? “Bald, short, fat and ugly male, 53 seeks short-sighted woman with tremendous sexual appetite.”
The column began in 1988 and was meant to be a genuine lonely hearts column, however after his first submission arrived - “67-year-old disaffiliated flaneur picking my toothless way through the urban sprawl, self-destructive, sliding towards pathos, jacked up on Viagra and on the lookout for a contortionist who plays the trumpet.” David Rose, the columns creator, decided to create his column as a a notice board for the strange, hilarious and downright bizarre.
Surprisingly entries such as - “You were reading the BBC in-house magazine on the Jubilee Line (12 November). I was coughing hot tea through my nostrils. Surely you can’t have forgotten? Write now to smitten, weak-kneed, severely burnt, bumbling F (32, but normally I look younger). I’ll be quite a catch when my top lip has healed. And this brace isn’t forever.” have often resulted in marriages, children, at least one divorce and countless liaisons.