184/365 – 2010

* fun with fireworks *

The fam congregated at my aunt & uncle’s house for dinner & some firework fun once we got into town. The kids did some sparklers and then a ton of Pop-Its (snaps, poppers – whatever you may call them). It was a riot watching their reactions. I do find it rather amusing that we’re all so protective of the kids while doing this stuff but when we were young, our parents bought a bag of fireworks & let us run wild with them in the field out back. Seriously. And we had some bigger stuff than just sparklers & pop-its… snakes, bottle rockets, smoke bombs, black cats… and NO supervision. What were they thinking?! But nobody ever got hurt. Thank goodness!

So you’re gonna tell me that you don’t have no black cats, no Roman Candles, or screaming mimis?
No.
Oh come on, man. You got no lady fingers, fuzz buttles, snicker bombs, church burners, finger blasters, gut busters, zippity do das, or crap flappers?
No, I don’t.
You’re gonna stand there, ownin’ a fireworks stand, and tell me you don’t have no whistlin’ bungholes, no spleen splitters, whisker biscuits, honkey lighters, hoosker doos, hoosker don’ts, cherry bombs, nipsy daisers, with or without the scooter stick, or one single whistlin’ kitty chaser?

(one of my favorite scenes from Joe Dirt)

june 3

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