03-08-2016, 05:13 PM
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Thank you LuvHandles, very glad you like. Sudsy that is horrific but it is kind of what I was looking for when I started this thread, things that are so authentic they have to be real. Ice thanks as always, you are so freaking hilarious, especially the Peter Parker/Spiderman exit. Thank you Spanky, great story and play on words. And a big thank you to all contributors.
Fireworks----So when I was about five I had an uncle who made some extra money one 4th of July selling fireworks. He kept two boxes of bottle rockets/ roman candles etc. One of my older cousins gave me a lit punk so I would leave them alone. On the porch was a full unopened pack of bottle rockets. So me in my five year old wisdom and being completely unattended as most kids were those days, took the punk and lit the box of 250 bottle rockets. It started spinning, and bottle rockets started shooting into the house end everywhere else you can imagine. My aunts and uncles were drunk and thought they were under fire. People were running everywhere, jumping behind chairs and couches. They were all drunk off of their ass and for all they knew it was the apocalypse. Luckily none of them hit my uncles grand stash, but I got one of the worst beatings of my life that night. I still blame my cousins but whatever. There's my story for today. Hope everyone out there is doing well.-Ivor
Fireworks----So when I was about five I had an uncle who made some extra money one 4th of July selling fireworks. He kept two boxes of bottle rockets/ roman candles etc. One of my older cousins gave me a lit punk so I would leave them alone. On the porch was a full unopened pack of bottle rockets. So me in my five year old wisdom and being completely unattended as most kids were those days, took the punk and lit the box of 250 bottle rockets. It started spinning, and bottle rockets started shooting into the house end everywhere else you can imagine. My aunts and uncles were drunk and thought they were under fire. People were running everywhere, jumping behind chairs and couches. They were all drunk off of their ass and for all they knew it was the apocalypse. Luckily none of them hit my uncles grand stash, but I got one of the worst beatings of my life that night. I still blame my cousins but whatever. There's my story for today. Hope everyone out there is doing well.-Ivor
“When they said, repent, I wonder what they meant.” - Leonard Cohen RIP