Blckbrd
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When I was a kid there was someone who would always cut through the corner of our yard(we lived at a three way intersection) and my dad took some old wood strips, put nails through them, and would laid them through the corner of our yard every night and pick them up in the morning. About a week later, we had tire tracks through our yard again, right over the nail strips, and that shit NEVER happened again. HAHAHA.
That was ME! When a bit tipsy and making that wide turn at high speed and drifting into your yard was just irresistible at 2 am - until that board wacked thru my wheel well for a few revolutions. I totally respected that move. Shit. If it wasn't me, that's hilarious!!