July 4 is right around the corner and you know what that means.
It means that things are about to get stupid. Overpriced fireworks, underpriced bottle-rockets that no one wants, and those damn little poppers that people always throw at your feet.
Don’t get me wrong; I love fireworks. But if I’m around fireworks for an extended period of time I’m bound to experience a drop in IQ points. Whether from the behavior I partake in, or as a result of the fireworks that will go astray.
No matter. I’m still planning on having fun. Writing my name in the air, ignoring the “do not point at” instructions labeled on the Roman Candles, and God knows what else.
Oh and don’t forget to leave whoever’s house your shooting them at, in order to avoid the fun cleanup session afterwards.