kinghell

What a joyous Labor Day BBQ... there's nothing I like better than fancy meat and cheap beer, unless it's putting out a grass fire in the neighbor's yard with Pabst Blue Ribbon. That made me feel like a real 9-11 firefighter, and what better way to celebrate Labor Day than by playing the role of a working class hero, if only for a few fleeting seconds.

Speaking of the grass fire, I just want to state for the record that <B>gingerlie</B> started it by kicking over some sort of flaming oil-filled tin. I don't know whose idea it was to leave Greek fire lying around a bunch of clumsy drunks, but if it was your intention to set up a patsy to scald two of us and torch your neighbor's house, your plan couldn't have worked any better. I will post disgusting closeups of the burns that Holly and I got, just as soon as the massive blister on Holly's ankle pops and starts oozing pus. Yummy!