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July 2nd, 2008 by APK

Sitting here at my desk, music playing and all is right with the world. Then the explosions started. Took a quarter of a second to remember it’s 4th of July weekend and that the random fireworks outside will get more and more annoying.

But for a second there I totally wanted to open my window and scream “Damn kids, get off my lawn!”

I need a shotgun and rocking chair so I can go sit outside.

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One Response

  1. Dom Says:

    No shooting strange children. Just take pot shots at the ones you recognize.

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