I love fireworks. I love to see them at night, yes how beautiful, but REALLY love to get the illegal ones from out of state and play with them myself. (Mi is L.A.M.E and only lets us have sparklers, fountains and snakes, (fucking snakes??? Really?))
N-E ways I live 30 min from the border to IN and they have a lot better shit than us. I guess I should say I love the trunk of my car as well, for concealing purposes.
It's fun as hell to blow up little shit just for the hell of it. OOOooo!! Like take an old butter bowl (you know like country crock?) take a gigantic firecracker (pretend m-80's) put it underneath, put a rock on top and PLUNK!! The bowl blows up. YAY! I'm amused for 30 seconds and now I'm running off to dig a hole in some dirt and well, blow up some dirt.
Ok so I'm amused quite easily but oh well at least I'm not into blowing up poor animals or buildings so there.
This is a happy hippie tree huggin place for me to write about stuff that I love or am thankfull for. It's kind of the opposite of my other blog but whatever floats yer boat right? Feel free to share something YOU love anytime the wind blows your skirt in that direction.
4 comments:
As long as you aren't into animal cruelty, I say more power to ya!
LOL..
My mom used to make me believe that the fireworks were for me. One of my birthday prezzies.. (born on the 8th) I thought I was so special...lol
Your mom is hilarious. Did you finnaly just realize or did she eventually tell you?
She was one funny lady..
I think I figured it out when I was about 30..lol
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