THE TRUTH ! ! !

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In the village where I grew up, there was a monastery with a long winding driveway where we used to practice riding our motorbikes as 14/15 year olds. Fast forward a couple of years to when we were 17 and had cars, we would get crow scarers from the local gun shop and take a drive down the drive way late at night. Sitting in the car, facing the right way for a quick exit, we would light one and throw it out the car into the flower beds around the place. It was a lot of fun (at the time) watching all the monks come flying out of the building whenever one went off as we raced off up the lane.