so, my psycho vietnam vet neighbor to the east with active PTSD from 40+ years ago decides at 6:45 a.m. it would be a good time to mow his fukkin' lawn.... wakin' the wife on her day to sleep in.....
fortunately, my stepson and I spent $300 last night on fireworks, including the purchase of some "M-5000's", which are a small coke can sized m-80 on steroids.....
as he was mowing along the back wall of the DonkLand Compound, I lit one of these bastards and heaved it over the 10 f't wall about twenty feet behind where I could hear his mower.....

fukkin' thing went off and sounded like a goddam 1865 cannon.....
mower stops immediately, and dead silence ever since.....
I think the fukker is in full Nam flashback mode and trying to scale the f'n wall as I type this.....
waiting for the cops to show up, as well......
great start to the 4th, and at least my beautiful better half can now go back to sleep......
fortunately, my stepson and I spent $300 last night on fireworks, including the purchase of some "M-5000's", which are a small coke can sized m-80 on steroids.....
as he was mowing along the back wall of the DonkLand Compound, I lit one of these bastards and heaved it over the 10 f't wall about twenty feet behind where I could hear his mower.....

fukkin' thing went off and sounded like a goddam 1865 cannon.....
mower stops immediately, and dead silence ever since.....
I think the fukker is in full Nam flashback mode and trying to scale the f'n wall as I type this.....
waiting for the cops to show up, as well......
great start to the 4th, and at least my beautiful better half can now go back to sleep......