Worst. Fourth. Of. July. Ever.
It started out innocently enough: "Hey, let's go to the Indian Reservation to watch the fireworks display and light off our own." So I'm thinking, okay, sure.
At first it was kinda fun. Gotta see lots of fireworks. And I mean LOTS.
Then, after about a half hour into it, we started seeing the same fireworks. Over
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