what I'm grooving to:
I love to blow stuff up.
I love to watch things burn.
I love the smell of napalm sulfur.
Yes, it’s that time of year again, when I go out of my way to make sure that I am able to annoy every neighbor possible and make them all wish they had received invitations to my annual shock and awe campaign that is the 4th of July.
This year is no exception and I have moved forward in my celebratory festivities using not just one, but two 1/4″ PVC pipe launching vessels to rain down a visual assault that is not matched anywhere in the neighborhood.
Ah yes, I do love the smell of burning sulfur and singed eyebrows.
