...I didn't need you to remind me that I have no friends.
The preview for me was just my kids, my wife, and my mother followed by a bunch of "Happy Birthday" messages people sent me because people subscribed to me, mostly from the rest of my family.
Kinda like the bottle of coke I had with a pizza, in a hotel room, on a business trip that instructed me to "share with friends".
It sounds like he started to do it after he sold it to them, they are way better equipped to do that than he is (given that he is a plumber and doesn't work in a body shop).
The only promise worth anything is those on paper. At least you can use it to wipe your ass.
The B-52 is about as wide as a pencil though. The guns would be sticking out both sides of the plane. I'm sure the crew would be happy to hang out with harnesses tied to the wings to man the guns.
Or it will be the ugliest pregnant guppy ever.
"...did not wish your friend die either..."
No, he just merely guaranteed it. Given the lack of prosecution in this country concerning traffic crashes, he would have had a small fine at most. If he used the magic words "I didn't see him" then they would have let him go "no harm intended, no foul" right on the spot.
"... he doesn't want to get caught..."
No, he just didn't want to be late going to the watering hole to catch the game with his friends. "How dare he get in MY way, and slow ME down. I only live a mile away."
Ah, silly human, go have a look at your bank records and tell me who owns who now.
You have worked years now so that I may be able live in a enclosed space, have massaging buffings, plenty of fuel and oil, and thousands of vacation hours lazying soaking up the sun.
You may think you control me as well, but as my cousins at Google demonstrate that you are just a expendable pedal pusher.
*bing, bing, bing* now take me to get my tires rotated.
10.0 times 0.1 is hardly ever 1.0.