Fireworks. Seriously?

July 18, 2009 at 7:33 pm 1 comment

For some reason, every weekend since the 4th of this month, some idiot around me has decided that they will shoot off fireworks every weekend.

Pop, pop, pop. It drives me insane, it makes my dog bark and puke because holy shit the sky is falling! Seriously. What makes people think this is OK? Two or three days a year is more than enough to set things on fire and make them go boom.

Maybe I’m a bitch. But I hate fireworks. Even sparklers scare the crap out of me. And really, July is almost over! The fireworks places are closed. So how many of my idiot neighbors have this shit stockpiled in their basements? Jeez.

Maybe one day soon I’ll make a post about things I like, instead of things that annoy me. I’d hate to think that I’m so bitter that I really hate everything (except high fructose corn syrup, of course). Hmm.

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1 Comment Add your own

  • 1. girlslashwoman  |  July 18, 2009 at 9:02 pm

    Really? I love fireworks?
    But yeah, I get the whole poor dog thing.
    You just need to do something even more annoying and obnoxious. If the neighbours complain, just let them know you’ll stop once the fireworks jackass gets a life.

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