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Sorry for multiple posts, but this needs mentioning.
So I was walking home from Macs, having bought an exciting bag of tastey woppers, through the dark, enjoying the night. (Insert the pop of far-off fireworks here.)
All of a sudden, I see some guy, peacing out at full tilt away from me. Cest quoi?
I look just to my left, about 5 feet from me, at the sparking tub of freshly lit fireworks, clearly what sir douche was peacing from.
.... Balls.
So I start walking (so as not to appear mega douchy) across the road, away from said tub, at a good pace... not fast enough.
Of course it was one of those giant-ass finale tubs. So I went and stood behind a parked car as things exploded for 2 minutes 15 feet above my head. I didn't want to move, lest I go further into the line of fire. Lulz.
I hate fireworks =_= and douchy men.
So I was walking home from Macs, having bought an exciting bag of tastey woppers, through the dark, enjoying the night. (Insert the pop of far-off fireworks here.)
All of a sudden, I see some guy, peacing out at full tilt away from me. Cest quoi?
I look just to my left, about 5 feet from me, at the sparking tub of freshly lit fireworks, clearly what sir douche was peacing from.
.... Balls.
So I start walking (so as not to appear mega douchy) across the road, away from said tub, at a good pace... not fast enough.
Of course it was one of those giant-ass finale tubs. So I went and stood behind a parked car as things exploded for 2 minutes 15 feet above my head. I didn't want to move, lest I go further into the line of fire. Lulz.
I hate fireworks =_= and douchy men.