The kid across the street received a trainer-wheels bike for Christmas, one with bells and whistles which screech to high heaven when the bike's wheels turn. At a distance of 100 yards while on one knee in my side-yard beets bush, I took out both of her wheels with my high-power deer-hunting rifle. Eventually she'll thank me for that.
-Old Gargoyle
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