It seems a Texas woman decided to torture a man to death by leaving him slowly dying and buried in her windshield. After hitting Mr. Biggs, Miss Mallard simply drove home with him in her windshield, parked her car in the garage and left him to suffer for two days until he died.

Can you imagine this scene? The article even states that she went home that night and had sex with her boyfriend while Biggs lay dying in the garage. Imagine this romantic moment:

“Honey, what’s that screaming noise?”

“Just a guy dying in the garage.”

“Cool, now let me smack dat ass.”

Sure, it’s no Barry White lyric, but I’m thinking cries of “Dear GOD, help me please! I’m dying here.” really turn a normal night of sex into an all out passion feast. Normally, I’d try candles and maybe a little cologne, but the sickening stench of blood and car exhaust might work for some folks. I simply can’t fathom how someone rationalizes this.

Not only does she let him die, she then dumps the body in a park. Does no one watch CSI these days? The idea is to totally destroy any and all evidence, not leave it somewhere for it to be found like some damn Dahmer Easter Egg. But I guess we’re not dealing with any mental giants in the first place here.

With more stories of stupidity like this everyday, it’s a wonder anyone bothers to get out of bed in the morning.