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Each and every day, on the way to and from work, I drive past it. Each day I feel less and less of a man for not accepting its challenge. To some, it may look like a mere crosswalk, guarded by two equal and opposite islands of concrete. To me, it is a big middle finger turned straight toward me by whoever hatched this devilish design. Hit the jump for the jump.




This particular Bugrille is located somewhere in Argentina according to the person I got the image from. Let’s hope they removed the fuel tank before they fired up the charcoal.



