And the fires the glowy things start burning down houses and forests. Here in the most NW corner of the lower 48, we're so bleeding dry [ open fires and fireworks are banned ] on just about all public and private forests.
I used to work with a guy from Arkansas, he had some interesting tales about fireworks and the 4th. Apparently all the adults at the family party were shitfaced drunk before it got dark, so he, his siblings and cousins would play with the ordinance. Somehow they all managed to keep a full complement of body parts.
My little brother once shot a firework at me when I was trying to take care of the neighbor's dogs when the neighbors were on vacation. Yes, he was an asshole, and thankfully he missed by just enough that nobody, human or canine, ended up hurt. The dogs were beyond freaked out though.
Law enforcement where I used to live/work borrowed a 40 ft shipping container from us to store confiscated illegal fireworks. When it got full, we had to make room for more by blowing shit up. Best part of my jerb, aside from the fact it was hotter than the gates of hell in June and July.
Used to make our own aerial stick rocket bombs, with Estes engines and an M-80 taped crossways on the top so that the parachute charge lit the fuse. I made bombs out of those aluminum cigar tubes, filled with magnesium powder and a firecracker as an igniter. Grenade fishing at night with cherry bombs e-taped up with rocks for ballast. None of this is acceptable behavior in today's civil society but it seemed right at the time. I'm actually surprised I made it out of adolescence alive and not horribly disfigured.
My homemade stuff mostly consisted of varying amounts of black powder and paper, due to poverty. reliable, but not too exciting. One that got me in serious trouble was stuffing match heads into a spent Co2 cartridge. Busted a neighbor's picture window and landed in babby's crib. Oops. I'm somewhat more civilized now.
I recall one summer, shooting bottle rockets at passing cars with a launcher made out of PVC pipe. Iwas riding shotgun in a Renault Fuego when I dropped a bottle rocket on the floor of the car. Such a tiny items contains sooo much smoke…
And the fires the glowy things start burning down houses and forests. Here in the most NW corner of the lower 48, we're so bleeding dry [ open fires and fireworks are banned ] on just about all public and private forests.
I'd be worried about fires here but it's hard to catch water on fire unless you're Cleveland.
♪ Burn on might river, burn on ♪
and that's why [Cleveland Rocks]
I used to work with a guy from Arkansas, he had some interesting tales about fireworks and the 4th. Apparently all the adults at the family party were shitfaced drunk before it got dark, so he, his siblings and cousins would play with the ordinance. Somehow they all managed to keep a full complement of body parts.
My little brother once shot a firework at me when I was trying to take care of the neighbor's dogs when the neighbors were on vacation. Yes, he was an asshole, and thankfully he missed by just enough that nobody, human or canine, ended up hurt. The dogs were beyond freaked out though.
Law enforcement where I used to live/work borrowed a 40 ft shipping container from us to store confiscated illegal fireworks. When it got full, we had to make room for more by blowing shit up. Best part of my jerb, aside from the fact it was hotter than the gates of hell in June and July.
This is an accurate representation of me as a youth.
Yup, 'splody shit rawks. One of my favorite things is 4" skyrockets without the tube. BIG booms!
Used to make our own aerial stick rocket bombs, with Estes engines and an M-80 taped crossways on the top so that the parachute charge lit the fuse. I made bombs out of those aluminum cigar tubes, filled with magnesium powder and a firecracker as an igniter. Grenade fishing at night with cherry bombs e-taped up with rocks for ballast. None of this is acceptable behavior in today's civil society but it seemed right at the time. I'm actually surprised I made it out of adolescence alive and not horribly disfigured.
My homemade stuff mostly consisted of varying amounts of black powder and paper, due to poverty. reliable, but not too exciting. One that got me in serious trouble was stuffing match heads into a spent Co2 cartridge. Busted a neighbor's picture window and landed in babby's crib. Oops. I'm somewhat more civilized now.
I recall one summer, shooting bottle rockets at passing cars with a launcher made out of PVC pipe. Iwas riding shotgun in a Renault Fuego when I dropped a bottle rocket on the floor of the car. Such a tiny items contains sooo much smoke…
Given how stupid I am, it's a miracle I survived.