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This month hasn't made a very good impression so far...
And this is like, the third topic in a row about my stupidity. Three cheers for my stupid! YAAAAAAaaaaay......
Do you guys remember Taco? If ya don't, he was my best bud/homerific homey/supah sidekick/awesome acquaintance, and so on and so forth. Well, he moved to California. We had planned to join Army together among other things, and now that'll never happened. We were like peanut butter and jelly, man.
So yeah, I'm all bored now and I'll have to find a Taco replacement.
Today, I went to a big fourth of July celebration full of what Sayf would call homo Christian inbred homo homos, that are homo. And homo. I think there were about 400 people there, all spread out on the downtown main streets. We (my family) got there at about 8:30, picked a good spot for the fireworks, sat down in some foldable chairs we brought, and waited. But it was so incredibly hot, and I swear I was going to die out there. But then, lo and behold, some awesome firefighters drove up in a firetruck, packed out, and started spraying the air with the water hose. It all pretty much turned to vapor and floated down on everyone, and it was so amazingly refreshing.
Then the firefighters started to have a little fun, and point the fire hose more downward, purposefully spraying some people. It was just getting people more wet, it wasn't a forceful blast or anything... but when they sprayed me a little, I got sarcastically high and mighty, and yelled something like "THAT ALL YA GOT GRAMPS!?" and the firefighter pointed the hose directly at me and shot water straight at my chest. It felt like a sledgehammer, man... I was thrown off my feet and landed on my back on the road. Knocked the breath right out of me. And it was cold as hell... though that technically doesn't make any sense. Then he just went on with his business, shooting war into the sky...
I have a new respect for firefighters. I really didn't expect them to directly blast me. Especially with so many people around.
... At least the fireworks were purdy.
And this is like, the third topic in a row about my stupidity. Three cheers for my stupid! YAAAAAAaaaaay......
Do you guys remember Taco? If ya don't, he was my best bud/homerific homey/supah sidekick/awesome acquaintance, and so on and so forth. Well, he moved to California. We had planned to join Army together among other things, and now that'll never happened. We were like peanut butter and jelly, man.
So yeah, I'm all bored now and I'll have to find a Taco replacement.
Today, I went to a big fourth of July celebration full of what Sayf would call homo Christian inbred homo homos, that are homo. And homo. I think there were about 400 people there, all spread out on the downtown main streets. We (my family) got there at about 8:30, picked a good spot for the fireworks, sat down in some foldable chairs we brought, and waited. But it was so incredibly hot, and I swear I was going to die out there. But then, lo and behold, some awesome firefighters drove up in a firetruck, packed out, and started spraying the air with the water hose. It all pretty much turned to vapor and floated down on everyone, and it was so amazingly refreshing.
Then the firefighters started to have a little fun, and point the fire hose more downward, purposefully spraying some people. It was just getting people more wet, it wasn't a forceful blast or anything... but when they sprayed me a little, I got sarcastically high and mighty, and yelled something like "THAT ALL YA GOT GRAMPS!?" and the firefighter pointed the hose directly at me and shot water straight at my chest. It felt like a sledgehammer, man... I was thrown off my feet and landed on my back on the road. Knocked the breath right out of me. And it was cold as hell... though that technically doesn't make any sense. Then he just went on with his business, shooting war into the sky...
I have a new respect for firefighters. I really didn't expect them to directly blast me. Especially with so many people around.
... At least the fireworks were purdy.
