Happy 4th peoples.
Will be on duty at the firehouse for the annual blowing up of things day. That is what it has become. Pretty much sucks, as the fun is gone, and the work only remains.
Small kid time, used to be a whole shit load of fun. Making and setting off fireworks. Shi-shi babies, cracker balls, camel firecrackers.
Limited pyro tendencies, but def kid time destruc-to fetish.
Anyway, stay safe, be happy, and have a whole lotta fun.
Aloha.
- Oh and BTW, Annie nailed it on the head.
2 comments:
mark,
hope yor hurty foot feels better. yeah, mommie hates firewerks in the hands of stoopid people
I was the firework shooter offer last night, after my daughter burned her thumb. I much prefer to be the watcher of blown things but it was kind of exciting lighting those fuses right under my old feeble face, the one that can't really even see the fuse without my glasses, and running screaming like a mad woman away from the spit of fire. Luckily no filming devices were present.
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