If a kid slams into a mailbox in the suburbs.....will it make a sound?

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She's got stickers on her locker
And the boy's number's there in magic marker
I'm hungry and the hunger will linger
I eat sixteen saltine crackers then I lick my fingers

Well every morning I deliver the news
Black hat white shoes and I'm red allover
She's got a big mailbox, that she puts up front
Garbage in garbage out, she's getting what she wants

Who's jealous who's jealous who's jealous who's jealous of who?
If I get busy then I couldn't care less what you do
But when I'm by myself I think of nothing else
Than if a boy just might be getting through and touching you

Spike heels make a hole in a lifeboat
Jumpin' and waving, I'm talking and laughing as we float
I hear a whistle, that's how I know she's home
Lipstick, eyelash, broke mirror, broken home

Force fed, force mixed 'till I drop dead
You can't defeat her, when you meet her you'll be what I said
And Lord knows there's a method to her madness
Bustin' those jokes as I float in a sea of sadness

She doesn't know but when she's gonna sit and drink up a few
I'm sure she's drinkin two, but wondering what for and who
And I'm solo rollin'. I'm one side off the boat.
Looking out, throwing up, a lifesaver down my throat

Who's jealous who's jealous who's jealous who's jealous of who? (x3)

She's got stickers on her locker
And the boy's number's there in magic marker
I'm hungry and the hunger will linger
I eat sixteen saltine crackers then I lick my fingers

Well every morning I deliver the news
Black hat white shoes and I'm red allover
She's got a big mailbox, that she puts up front
Garbage in garbage out, she's getting what she wants

Who's jealous who's jealous who's jealous who's jealous of who?
If I get busy then I couldn't care less what you do
But when I'm by myself I think of nothing else
Than if a boy just might be getting through and touching you

Spike heels make a hole in a lifeboat
Jumpin' and waving, I'm talking and laughing as we float
I hear a whistle, that's how I know she's home
Lipstick, eyelash, broke mirror, broken home

Force fed, force mixed 'till I drop dead
You can't defeat her, when you meet her you'll be what I said
And Lord knows there's a method to her madness
Bustin' those jokes as I float in a sea of sadness

She doesn't know but when she's gonna sit and drink up a few
I'm sure she's drinkin two, but wondering what for and who
And I'm solo rollin'. I'm one side off the boat.
Looking out, throwing up, a lifesaver down my throat

Who's jealous who's jealous who's jealous who's jealous of who? (x3)

That's an admirable goal. Just watching my mailbox fill up . Gotta go through 'em as I have time.
In reply to this comment by jonny:
Yeah, I recently determined to rid VideoSift of deads. I hope it's not too much all at once for anyone.
In reply to this comment by Zifnab:
You are quite the Grim run Mr. Reaper.

Apparently it was a prank. From the youtube video:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A0ei3H-ybfM

"This was an april fools joke for my bosses at work. I recorded the video from inside my own house with my own garbage can and mailbox. I took the video to work and asked one of our CSR's to give it to my boss and pretend that a costomer came in supper angry with it. Needless to say after watching the video I was called in to the office for what was to be my termination... Fortunately for me they took the prake very well."

>> ^deedub81:

Isn't tampering with a mailbox a federal offense in the U.S. ?


so is destroying or tampering with someone's mail! ruhroh

Isn't tampering with a mailbox a federal offense in the U.S. ?

I try to keep an eye out for motorcycles, bikes, and cars. And there are people out there who just refuse to make it easy to see them in any one of those.

Cars who drive in blind spots for miles and miles and don't react when you signal your intentions for a good 30 seconds prior to actually doing what you are signalling. You know they are there, you are trying not to hit them and they are intentionally ignoring you or blocking you. These are usually aggressive drivers whose actions usually chain react right down the line of the cars and everyone gets the "fuck this guy" attitude for the next 20 minutes down the road.

Motorcycles who drive in blind spots, drive between two tall vehicles as they cross 2 lanes of traffic in a single move with no pause to check if the second lane is actually clear. Driving in the safety lanes or emergency lanes to pass traffic and merge in and out at will. Or do the "back and forth" while maintaining their lanes, so it looks like they are in a perpetual state of not being able to decide if they want to merge in the right or left lane and just pissing everyone off.

Bikes who go from sidewalk to road and back again, who rarely stop at stop signs....never use arm signals to show they are changing lanes. Go significantly below the speed of the rest of traffic and make it impossible to pass them safely. You'll see these guys holding up 15+ cars behind them doing 15-20 below the speed limit. I mean I don't expect them to perform like machines, but stop in a driveway or take a different route instead of holding up a huge line of cars over and over. No one would tolerate a car doing this for as long as the biker's get away with it around here.

And hell there's this lady in the neighborhood who jogs on the roads, despite there being a public park she's running around on her jog and her also running around a residential neighborhood with sidewalks throughout but she runs on the no sidewalk streets that have waaaaay more vehicle traffic than either the park or that neighborhood. The thinking is that she does it because she wants people to see her running, which is just another form of being fucking annoying. It's especially bad because the road has a really up and down section in it and you could literally come over the hill and run her ass over and there is nowhere to swerve due to deep ditches, mailboxes and huge trees on both sides. Or hit a car head on as they go out around her right before the hill.

It's just a general theme of everyone thinking their business/action is more important than yours. And generally I'll take it in stride for a bit, or let people fuck up some. But eventually you have to be an asshole back or other people start to do it too. A big example of this is when a two lane road merges down to one due to construction........you know it's there. Most everyone else who drives this path knows too. Except most of them stay in the lane that's going to merge in and drive just as far as they can down it and merge in at the last second....making everyone who merged over like they should wait......and wait......and wait. Because more people drive up and merge. Eventually those people trying to merge are blocked unless they can shove their vehicle in the spaces and people are unwilling to take damage to their vehicles to stop them...but it cuts down on the rest of the assholes who keep doing it because it makes that lane slower again by restricting people's merging ability by being an asshole to them.

And, in this video. Guy in silver car on right was an asshole...totally crowding the car before he crowded the bicycle. So......bicycle guy was probably in the right doing what he did.

http://lyrics.wikia.com/Sage_Francis:The_Best_Of_Times

It's been a long and lonely trip but I'm glad that I took it because it was well worth it.
I got to read a couple books and do some research before I reached my verdict.
Never thought that I was perfect. Always thought that I had a purpose.
Used to wonder if I'd live to see my first kiss.

The most difficult thing I ever did was recite my own words at a service
Realizing the person I was addressing probably wasn't looking down from heaven.
Or cooking up something in hell's kitchen, trying to listen in or eaves drop from some another dimension.
It was self serving just like this is.

Conveniently religious on Easter Sunday and on Christmas.
The television went from being a babysitter to a mistress.
Technology made it easy for us to stay in touch while keeping a distance,
'til we just stayed distant and never touched. Now all we do is text too much.

I don't remember much from my youth. Maybe my memory is repressed.
Or I just spent too much time wondering if I'd live to have sex.
Fell in love for the first time in 4th grade but I didn't have the courage to talk to her.
In 8th grade I wrote her the note but I slipped it in someone else's locker.

Considered killing myself 'cause of that.
It was a big deal. It was a blown cover.
It was over for me. My goose was cooked.
Stick a fork in me. The jig is up.
I blew my chances, the rest is history, our future was torn asunder.
It became abundantly clear that I was only brought here to suffer.

At least I didn't include my name.
Thankfully I wrote the whole note in code
And it had 10 layers of scotch tape safety seal making it impossible to open.
Plus, it was set to self destruct.
Whoever read it probably died…laughing.
I wonder if they lived long enough to realize what happened.

A year later, I came to understand that wasn't love that I was feeling for her.
I had someone else to obsess over.
I was older. I was very mature.
I forged my time signature while practicing my parents autograph 'cause I was failing math.
Disconnected the phone when I thought the teacher would call my home.

I checked the mailbox twice a day at the end of a long dirt road.
Steamed open a couple envelopes like I was in private detective mode.
If you snoop around long enough for something in particular you're guaranteed to find it.
For better or worse that's how I learned that it's best to just keep some things private.

It was the best of times. It was the end of times.

It was the best of times. It was the end of times.
I was always on deck, I was next in line.
An only child with a pen and pad writing a list of things that I could never have.
The walls in my house were paper thin.
Every squabble seemed to get deafening.
If my memory serves me correctly I made it a point to void and forget some things.
Probably to keep from being embarrassed.
Never meant to upset or give grief to my parents.
Kept my secrets…hid my talents…
In my head, never under the mattress.

Therapy couldn't break me.
Never learned a word that would insure safety.
So I spoke softly and I tip toed often.
The door to my room was like a big old coffin.
The way that it creeked when I closed it shut.
Anxieties peaked when it opened up.
As if everything that I was thinking would be exposed.
I still sleep fully clothed.

It was the best of times.

It was beautiful.
It was brutal.
It was cruel.
It was business as usual.

Heaven. It was hell.
Used to wonder if I'd live to see 12.

When I did I figured that I was immortal.
Loved to dance but couldn't make it to the formal.
Couldn't bear watching my imaginary girlfriend
Bust a move with any other dudes.

Tone Loc was talking bout a "Wild Thang"
But I was still caught up in some child thangs.
Scared of a God who couldn't spare the rod.
It was clearly a brimstone and fire thang.

Pyromaniac. Kleptomaniac.
Couldn't explain my desire to steal that fire.
Now I add it to my rider.
Like "Please oh please don't throw me in that patch of brier!"

It was the best of times. It was the end of times.

The school counselor was clueless 'cause I never skipped classes.
Perfect attendance. Imperfect accent.
Speech impediment they could never really fix
And I faked bad eyesight so I could wear glasses.

Considered doing something that would cripple me.
I wanted a wheelchair. I wanted the sympathy.
I wanted straight teeth so then came braces.
4 years of head gear helped me change faces.

It was the best of times. It was the end of times.

Now I wonder if I'll live to see marriage.
Wonder if I'll live long enough to have kids.
Wonder if I'll live to see my kids have kids.
If I do I'm gonna tell 'em how it is.

"Don't listen when they tell you that these are your best years.
Don't let anybody protect your ears.
It's best that you hear what they don't want you to hear.
It's better to have pressure from peers than not have peers.
Beer won't give you chest hair. Spicy food won't make it curl.
When you think you've got it all figured out and then everything collapses…
Trust me, kid…it's not the end of the world."

Ahh, that's a great example too. Violence isn't really a discreet term, it means almost anything aggressive. Which also means using it as a legal term is hazardous; a bully being in the same realm of a terrorist seems a bit much for me to leave up in the air.

So ya, I disagree with him just a bit on that and his animal liberation front. And I credit more to general entropy than to flat out planning of our oppression, but I could be wrong.

>> ^Payback:

>> ^GeeSussFreeK:
Like this, though, I still would call blowing up something a violent crime. Haven't really examined if I think violence is something that can only be done against people, not property. Knocking down mailboxes with a bat could be a good counter argument to that, though. Perhaps what I mean by violent is the result not only the actual result, but the potential result, and it is easier to get hit with a bomb incidentally, and it isn't so hard to hit someone you don't mean to with a bat. Or like that Myth-busters cannon that went off, it was violent to be sure, but wasn't done out of animosity. Perhaps what I mean by violence is a word better used as carnage.

QFT. Ask any abused wife if actual damage needs to occur for violence to be perpetrated. Threat of violence is still a violent act. Blowing up a Hummer conveys a threat against the owner by it's very nature.

>> ^GeeSussFreeK:

Like this, though, I still would call blowing up something a violent crime. Haven't really examined if I think violence is something that can only be done against people, not property. Knocking down mailboxes with a bat could be a good counter argument to that, though. Perhaps what I mean by violent is the result not only the actual result, but the potential result, and it is easier to get hit with a bomb incidentally, and it isn't so hard to hit someone you don't mean to with a bat. Or like that Myth-busters cannon that went off, it was violent to be sure, but wasn't done out of animosity. Perhaps what I mean by violence is a word better used as carnage.


QFT. Ask any abused wife if actual damage needs to occur for violence to be perpetrated. Threat of violence is still a violent act. Blowing up a Hummer conveys a threat against the owner by it's very nature.

Like this, though, I still would call blowing up something a violent crime. Haven't really examined if I think violence is something that can only be done against people, not property. Knocking down mailboxes with a bat could be a good counter argument to that, though. Perhaps what I mean by violent is the result not only the actual result, but the potential result, and it is easier to get hit with a bomb incidentally, and it isn't so hard to hit someone you don't mean to with a bat. Or like that Myth-busters cannon that went off, it was violent to be sure, but wasn't done out of animosity. Perhaps what I mean by violence is a word better used as carnage.

At least it's woman-proof.

>> ^laura:

My favorite part is when they say that if I'm not satisfied that it works exactly like I've seen in this commercial, I can just put it back in the box and send it back. I'm glad they said that, because I'm sure that as soon as I realized I still couldn't play golf or lift a handweight, I probably would have just stuck a stamp to it and put it in the mailbox.

>> ^laura:

My favorite part is when they say that if I'm not satisfied that it works exactly like I've seen in this commercial, I can just put it back in the box and send it back. I'm glad they said that, because I'm sure that as soon as I realized I still couldn't play golf or lift a handweight, I probably would have just stuck a stamp to it and put it in the mailbox.


Yea... but when you find out there's $15 Shipping and Handling that you will never get back, and the true production, processing and shipping costs are around $5 per unit. You start to realize that if they sell 1,000,000 units, and every single last person sends them back, they still made $10 million.

That also pre-supposes they are operating legally, albeit dishonorably. Others are impossible to get your money back from.