Earlier I was out running some errands, when I witnessed a mailtruck running a stop sign.
I think it must be some sort of sign.
Of what, I have no idea.
It was odd, nonetheless.
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2 comments:
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA!!!! The postal truck needed to go postal while driving! :-)
That's irony at it's best! Yay!
I actually yelled, "Hey, the mailman ran that stop sign!" after I saw it.
Freak!
It should be noted I came to a full stop at the intersection. 0:)
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