What an uninspiring few weeks it's been. For many a night I've sat in front of a blank page, reviewing the tedium and none-of-your-damn-businessium, wondering what of interest I could possibly mention.
Many, many years ago, someone came zinging down the one of our hills*, lost control of the car, and got it airbourne. THEN they hit a pole with a transformer on it at the top. This bent the pole back without snapping it, so it then snapped back and forth a whole lot of times while flaming and sparking. The few people up at that hour that saw this said it quite dramatically lit up the sky. The power was out for 3 days.
(*The charming combination of steep hills, blind curves, one lane roads, and a fall off the cliff on one side makes visitors suck their testicles into their chest cavity. The locals careen around them like a game a of Marble Madness. I live on a hill that was known as a bitch even to locals. At least once every two years someone would wedge a tractor trailor on one of the curves, with one wheel dangling off the edge of the cliff. Really, when the experienced driver tell you the 44' trailor just barely makes it, so don't try the 46', don't try the 46')
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You are possibly the only person on the planet who could make me laugh while reading about a car accident and feel only mildly guilty about it.
"You Can't Drive". Because you really can't
I know. I've tried.
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(*The charming combination of steep hills, blind curves, one lane roads, and a fall off the cliff on one side makes visitors suck their testicles into their chest cavity. The locals careen around them like a game a of Marble Madness.
I live on a hill that was known as a bitch even to locals. At least once every two years someone would wedge a tractor trailor on one of the curves, with one wheel dangling off the edge of the cliff. Really, when the experienced driver tell you the 44' trailor just barely makes it, so don't try the 46', don't try the 46')
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