Heh, I can remember being able to walk from the snow banks onto the roof of the porch, and the school bus sliding on past down the hill when it tried to stop one time. The stop was changed to the next house down, where the hill tapered off to nearly flat, the next day. At the time it was hilarious, but as an adult I can only sympathize with the driver who had to have been freaking right the heck out with a whole busload of kids skidding out of control...
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‎noli esse culus
‎noli esse culus