The submitter wrote: “Yes, I saw this today. And yes, it is real. Ol’ Bubba’s gotsta git his mail somehow!” It makes you wonder if this stumped the mailman when he saw it?
Go ahead, hit my mailbox with your beater; I dare you. When I lived on a rural road, mine was in a boiler plate box (spray painted black) on an I-beam embedded in a buried 55 gal. drum of concrete. It only took one broken baseball bat followed by Bubba burning a rubber doughnut to come back for a fender pass and leaving a fender in my landlord’s front yard to let everyone in town know who’d been out dueling mailboxes and end that with a lot of more dents to his families vehicles. It also laughed off dry ice / soda bottle attacks and fireworks. Those were the good old days.
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