Arrr! A bridal crew took a dive into the abyss, sendin' seven to Davy Jones' locker! What a wedding crash!
2024-10-03
Arrr, a cursed carriage o' nuptial revelers sped like a cannonball in southeastern Pakistan! It went a'thumpin' and a'crashin', sendin' seven souls to Davy Jones’ locker and 17 more scratchin’ their noggins. A right ruckus, that be! Even the sea be laughin' at their misfortune!
Ahoy mateys! Gather 'round, fer I be havin' a tale from the high seas of misfortune, not on the briny deep, but in the dry, dusty lands of southeastern Pakistan! A bus, chock-full o' wedding revelers, be speedin’ faster than a cannonball, when it took a mighty plunge into a ravine, claimin’ the lives of seven poor souls, as the rescuers rushed like scallywags on a treasure hunt!This calamity, it happened near Quetta, the grand capital of Balochistan Province, where the roads be as treacherous as a siren’s song. The cause of this plunder, ye ask? Well, that be still a mystery more tangled than a sailor’s knot, though investigations be underway—ye know how it goes in these parts!
Word from the healer, Wasim Baig, be that a total of 17 other unfortunate souls found themselves in critical condition, makin’ the trip to the local infirmary. In a land where roads be worse than a drunken pirate's swagger and traffic laws be mere suggestions, such crashes seem as common as rum on a ship!
So raise a mug to the brave souls lost and injured, and let it be a lesson to all ye merry-makers: steer clear of the wild roads, or ye might find yerself takin’ an unexpected dive into the depths! Arrr!