Posted on 06/14/2011 1:59:23 PM PDT by Tolerance Sucks Rocks
A knight in shining armor isn’t always the key to a woman’s heart. Case in point: Jan Rudnicki, a 40-year-old Polish man who hopped onto a horse and plowed into a female’s house in hopes of sweeping her off her feet.
According to the Croatian Times, a drunk and shirtless Rudnicki jumped on the equine, who galloped right through Gosia Domoslawska’s front door.
As we all know, these sort of advances aren’t well received in instances of unrequited love, so an uninterested Domoslawska called authorities after Rudnicki stormed through her place. The faux savior could spend up to five years in jail for aggravated breaking and entry.
Domoslawska was sitting in front of her television when Rudnicki allegedly barged into her home uninvited.
“He’s a loon,” Domoslawska told the publication. “I never fancied him before and I certainly don’t now. If this was supposed to win my heart he must be seriously off his rocker.”
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Where he is, he’s got a lot of competition.
No, I think you are mistaken. It happened in Ducktown.
(martin, please, oh please, please, PLEASE tell me you understand that reference, or I will cry.)
Very Zen.
What some drunk men won’t do for love...
Apparently, most drunk men will do anything for love.
"...but I won't do that."
I think Meat Loaf is the exception.
Maybe he was sober? lol
Don’t worry, I won’t tell anybody.
I think I do.
sheesh, no pressure there
Ducktown is the section of Brackenridge on the hill (Roupe Ave, etc.) where all of the Polacks lived and kept ducks to make their duck-blood soup. I know the Polish name for the soup, but can’t spell it.
In case you want to make some:
http://easteuropeanfood.about.com/od/polishsoups/r/czarnina.htm
(I remember the pronunciation as essentially: CHA-NEE-NA)
And no, I never tried it.
oh the duckblood soup. yeah, never laid eyes on it!
CHERNINA!
(I thought Ducktown = Natrona, but I knew from whence came the duck reference)
Dunno, it just strikes me that ramming a horse into his lady-love’s living room isn’t the sort of thing a feller would want to do sober.
Whew! Thank you for your discretion!
Sadly, chaining one’s intended in the basement is also ineffectual.
Er.
So I’ve heard.
You’ll never know if you don’t try.
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