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Tuesday, February 18, 2014

Using a shovel to bash the head of a snowplow driver is snow laughing matter

Few things are as frustrating to a homeowner than having a municipal snowplow curl two to four feet of wet heavy snow from the street into the end of their freshly shoveled driveway.   This guy went over the edge and turned a snow scoop into an assault weapon.

A two-stage snow blower takes care of all of my problems (i.e. removing the snow; I don’t use it to attack snowplow drivers).


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