I miss those unsafe and happy celebrations. I used to tie toy soldiers to bottle rockets and hunt down their scorched remains.
Happy 4th!
Sacrilege! The ghosts of those little soldiers are under your bed and one night they'll march out and poke you with a thousand little bayonets.
Thanks, George. It was fairly dull, but I don't mind.
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I miss those unsafe and happy celebrations. I used to tie toy soldiers to bottle rockets and hunt down their scorched remains.
Happy 4th!
Sacrilege! The ghosts of those little soldiers are under your bed and one night they'll march out and poke you with a thousand little bayonets.
Thanks, George. It was fairly dull, but I don't mind.
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