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Thursday, June 30
LIFE, LIBERTY*, AND THE PURSUIT OF HAPPINESS
*Except with fireworks 'n shit.
My apologies to a certain someone who already covered the issue -- but I just can't help but do the same.
Doesn't anyone find it ironic that (in some areas) fireworks are banned on the day that embodies, well, freedom?
I speak on behalf of those in firework-free zones, 'cos my town of Downey is pyrofuckingCRAZY. We blow up M-80s when our kids learn to use the toilet.
Anyway, it's just retarded -- you know, all this firework banning shenanigans.
If Thomas Jefferson were alive, well, he'd be pissed.
"WHY'ETH HAVE'ETH CERTAIN'ETH AREAS BAN'ETH 'THE MIGHTY ONE' AND 'PICCOLO PETER JEREMIAH' FIRE WORK? WE HAVE COME'ETH SO FAR'ETH FOR THIS SHIT'ETH? FUCK THY DISRESPECT'ETH! FUCK IT'ETH!"
"...ONE MORE THING! MISS HEMINGS!!!? FACE IN THOU PILLOW, ARSE IN THOU AIR! CHIP-CHOP!"
It was worth a shot.
Tomorrow I'm going to rip Billy Graham.
Man, that guy's a prick.