Luck carried harder than their driving skills ever could.
That wasn’t survival, that was pure plot armor.
Even karma blinked and missed this one.
Bro walked away like nothing happened—meanwhile I’m still sweating.
That wasn’t skill, it was dumb luck deluxe.
Survived the crash, but not the embarrassment.
Death aimed, but luck pressed “skip ad.”
That wasn’t dodging danger, it was borrowing nine lives.
Some people have airbags, others have miracles.
Bro’s guardian angel deserves a raise.