hey those fireworks sound suspiciously...


i love livin in the south...wearing shorts and flip flops roughly 350 days a year...being able to ride my bike to the beach...yeah like i do that...but when the forth comes around...we southerners get into blowin shit up...you get to sign a paper down here saying ...yep i'm a farmer..an i am buyin all these pyrotechnic deeeevices to scare off critters...then we buy 1/4 sticks of dynamite or laws rockets and head to the backyard...the sky colored by every neighbors saved collection of explosives...i was reminded of those pictures of bagdad during the war...and hey if you didn't have time to run up to the fireworks tent on the corner...or you are just old-fashioned...then grab your automatic weapon and THE KIDS AND GO SHOOT SOME HOLES IN THE SKY...it seems every year some poor bastard gets a bullet in the head from returning fire...i swear i felt like i was in the war zone last night...and its funny...well that kinda...hair on the back of your neck funny...when you can differentiate between fireworks and weapons fire...so happy forth everyone...now its time to patch the roof...

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

boom

the pitfall of p.c.

goodbye ted