Last year my daughter brought her boyfriend from college over. While enjoying some typical roadside fireworks in our driveway, ordinary light and walk away stuff, he expressed concerns.
"Isn't that dangerous?"
"That's the whole point!", I replied.
I not sure if he heard me follow up with "pussy" under my breath as I turned to light the next one, but he was the ex-boyfriend shortly after. The breakup had nothing to do with fireworks but everything to do with the other behaviors displayed by a nu-male scared of holiday fireworks.
I wish this video was an exaggeration of the sparkler, snap-pop, sparkler guy, but it unfortunately is not.
Wow, that is weak and beta/cuck energy for sure. I would have laughed at him. Maybe ask if I need to pick up some vegan hotdogs for him for the BBQ later.
Maybe ask if I need to pick up some vegan hotdogs for him for the BBQ later.
Lol, and some Vagasil.
Wow that's wild. My dad used to give me and my bro plumbers torches and sit in the lawn chair and let us go wild. He had to sneak over the border to Tennessee to get the good stuff but we were allowed to light everything but the huge ones which he would do when it got dark.
As it should be.
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