Haha, this is classic. Her brother is a badass!

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Even though this is the 3rd time its been posted, still pretty funny.

This is the first time I've seen the full video. The "victim" had the same cockeyed head and weird attitude, too.

lol...her brother is like a character off of In Living Color.

...the brother is a punk and lucky he didn't fucked in the ass by the rapist.

It was an unfortunate situation for the woman and her brother, but I have to say that it was good that the rape attempt was thwarted, and secondly, I'm afraid I have to agree with 4card's analysis of the situation offered in the previous post.

balee dat..... HOMEBOY!

LOL! That was hilarious!

C'mon, who hasn't stumbled home drunk and gone into the wrong house?

We had friends that had lived in the same house for over 25 years but then bought a new house and moved. They'd lived in the new house a couple of months when he had to work until the wee hours of the morning. He drove home, parked in the drive rather than opening the garage door and waking his wife. He went in to the house, to the kitchen where he made a pot of coffee, poured it and sat down for a few minutes. Then he realized he was in his old house. He emptied the coffee coffee pot of coffee and grounds. He emptied his cup, washed it and put it back in the cupboard and quietly left the house and drove to his new home. True story, they lived in a small town where a lot of people don't lock their doors (or didn't at that time).

gut;438203 wrote:C'mon, who hasn't stumbled home drunk and gone into the wrong house?

Sure, but I've never stumbled up a trash can, onto a ledge and through a window drunk.

muffy;438222 wrote:We had friends that had lived in the same house for over 25 years but then bought a new house and moved. They'd lived in the new house a couple of months when he had to work until the wee hours of the morning. He drove home, parked in the drive rather than opening the garage door and waking his wife. He went in to the house, to the kitchen where he made a pot of coffee, poured it and sat down for a few minutes. Then he realized he was in his old house. He emptied the coffee coffee pot of coffee and grounds. He emptied his cup, washed it and put it back in the cupboard and quietly left the house and drove to his new home. True story, they lived in a small town where a lot of people don't lock their doors (or didn't at that time).

Haha, good thing the new owners were apparently heavy sleepers. Talk about an awkward situation in the making.

I guess there not safe from zombies.