Rednecks & Fireworks…
They say the most common last words of a Redneck are, “Hey, y’all, watch me do this!” So the 4th presents the perfect opportunity for self-inflicted trauma. Deep-frying a turkey on Thanksgiving, with the attendant risks of setting themselves, and the house, on fire must be a close second.
The July 5th newspapers are usually full of wonderful tales of missing digits, blindings and third degree burns. Occasionally, in an attempt to blow something up, they manage to create a makeshift shrapnel bomb. I recall some genius years ago who thought putting fireworks into the center of a bonfire was a good idea. The resulting explosion sent burning splinters into the crowd.
Pass Bubba another malt liquor, and let the games begin.
Alcohol and gunpowder. A classic combination!
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I thought it was “Here Bubba, hold my beer.”
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Yee Haaaa!
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you said it!!
there are so many crazies on the 4th
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Happy 4
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You forgot to mention the ones who find or build actual working cannons. I’ve heard of a few of those going horribly wrong over the years.
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Alcohol is the cause of and the answer to most of life’s problems
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Second year for legal fireworks in Iowa. Tent put up in supermarket parking lot along with an extremely large inflated gorilla. Storm came through several days before the 4th, blowing the whole shebang away.
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I heard that the most common last words were “Here, hold my beer”
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Let’s not forget the ceremony of shooting rifles in the sky when they run out of “fire crackers”. And the wonderful memory Maw Maw makes for everyone when she brings her chihuahua to sit on her lap to watch the pretty colors. It’s always a wholesome & family oriented event before the first BANG!
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checking on you… haven’t seen you post for a while
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My God! What did that idiot do to his (her?) hand?!
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