*grunt* Fire. *grunt*

[blustocking]

I now have fireworks. Mostly piddly ones, but still. Light. Go boom. WEEEE parachute! Start out small, work way up. Mmmm, I missed the do-it-yourself kaboom.
Blow shit up. I'm American. It's what we do.

I'm going to go bury my fish and give him a 21 gun salute.

>:)

edit: 9:45pm
I LOVE THE SMELL OF NAPALM IN THE MORNING.
And ask me again in August, but I no longer hate summer. Mental note: Fridays @ 9pm are a good time for bike ride. NPR jazz, cool breeze, sun almost set, and fireflies...Freds everywhere. S'nice.

And who doesn't love a chicken that shoots sparks and colored flame out of its ass. They should all learn to do that. Collecting eggs might be hard, but it sure would be pretty.

Comments

Re: my tipsy sense is tingling

[haddob.livejournal.com]

So, like, what are you doing later?

YOU, bODDAH, YOU

[blustocking.livejournal.com]

Potato fucker! (http://www.threebrain.com/daily/?6_16_2003)