It's quite curious who pulls out all these engines and scatters them even inside buses. If these are the same farting kids, I would be wary.
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It's quite curious who pulls out all these engines and scatters them even inside buses. If these are the same farting kids, I would be wary.
I doubt it's the kids, those engines weigh a ton and would need to be pulled out before the dumping begins!
Don't underestimate them. As a child, I played in a similar place. Of course, we started with the windows, then the seats in the cabin, then the handrails... I think that if it weren't for that guy with the gun, we figured out what to do with the engines :)
It would have been cool to hang in a place like this as a kid. I was never so lucky.., the local woods being as good as it gets.
Well, it was cool, and you were a little panicked all the time. Instead of hedgehogs in your wood, we often met junkies. Or they were urban explorers, maybe...