blustocking | *grunt* Fire. *grunt*

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.