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Originally Posted by houstonwhodat
I like this.
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My dad did shit like that all the time. Had to pick me up from grade school one day at about noon because I didn't feel well. after an hour or so, I felt better, and he wanted to cheer me up. So he got a stash of bottle rockets (still no idea why he had a stash of them).
we go out side and start shooting them off (illegally...and we live about 100' from an on-ramp to the highway). having a great time.
Then he sees my mom round the corner and he goes "Shit. quick, grab the stuff." we trott in towards the house and he does "Shit!...go back and get my smokes"! which were laying in the drive way.
good times.