I hope everyone ended today's celebration with all the fingers, toes and eyes they started out with this morning.
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The compound is under construction. Gathering enough plywood, galvanized tin and used trailers takes time, not to mention stockpiling all the shotgun ammo, canned goods and bourbon.
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Bubs, I actually went to school with a kid who blew several of his fingers off. The teachers were happy to trot out that story anytime they suspected we might even be thinking of the fun of fireworks. I can't tell you how many times I was told, "You know, Sal will never be able to type and will have difficulty in college now." I'm thinking my brother, who is younger, never heard this story as he was and may still be a bit of a pyromaniac. I warned Grant and he's keeping an eye on him this holiday.
ever since a rocket hit our balcony during new years eve when I was little and set it on fire I am terrified of fire works and wont even go out to see them. If the people above us had not gone out to their balcony to get some air and saw the flames coming up things would have been much worse
One of our regulars at the restaurant had a house he was living in in college burn down when a bottle rocket landed and exploded in leaves in a gutter-- because of the location, nobody saw the fire starting.
I guess you can fault the landlord's poor maintanence as much as the fireworks.
So far the worst we've (and by we, I mean ME) done with fireworks is shoot my brother in the leg with a rocket, burning a smallllll hole in his pants. I'll be careful to only fire stuff into the air around clean gutters in the future.
Katy, I promise not to explode or launch anything around you.
Ten, I had a kid in my 7th grade class who got his legs cut off trying to jump a slow-moving freight train. He got used as a warning a lot too.
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