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Earlier this evening, at the house at the end of the street--somebody (I don't know who, that house has been vacant a while but people are coming to and going from it rather frequently these days, so I don't know if the house has been sold and people are moving in or if work is just being done on it) decides it would be a hoot to rev their pickup truck's engine loudly...louder...louder still...really really loud, before laying down rubber screeching down the street.
I understand this is a quiet residential street with not much traffic, but people still walk and drive down it, plus there's an uncontrolled intersection at the end of the block.
To paraphrase a witty CS poster: Rev that engine a little louder now. I still can't hear how small your penis is.
And then later I go out on a mission for lunch provisions for work. I'm cooling my heels at a red light when an oncoming pickup making a left turn swoops across the intersection and just about starts to fishtail.
And as this truck passes--God is my witness--I see there's about ten teenagers riding in the bed of the pickup.
I came reasonably close to seeing ten Darwin awards being presented.
I understand this is a quiet residential street with not much traffic, but people still walk and drive down it, plus there's an uncontrolled intersection at the end of the block.
To paraphrase a witty CS poster: Rev that engine a little louder now. I still can't hear how small your penis is.
And then later I go out on a mission for lunch provisions for work. I'm cooling my heels at a red light when an oncoming pickup making a left turn swoops across the intersection and just about starts to fishtail.
And as this truck passes--God is my witness--I see there's about ten teenagers riding in the bed of the pickup.
I came reasonably close to seeing ten Darwin awards being presented.
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