@briansol,
One summer night, eight teenage boys crammed into a muscle-car, and went racing through the forest, drinking beer, chucking out empty bottles, spinning brodies, churning up dirt roads. As they were flying along, they suddenly saw in their headlights an old lady on the side of the road. Hunched over her car, wringing her hands, she looked distressed. They laughed at her and called her names. As they raced by at 100 mph, she hollered,
"STOP!!!!!!!!", to which they barked, in unison,
"F--- you, old b----!!!!!!!!! Just then, the old lady added,
"It's a CLIFF!" :headbang: