Jihad Party Boys are are setting off bottle rockets. Drag Queen is teasing them for bigger things, which I'm sure they are planning for tomorrow. Not to commensurate the birth of America, but to demonstrate their power over the hood. Where will the the Party Boys send their rockets next and terrorize the hood with a whiff of gunpowder.
Ribs are ready for the barbie, chicken for the fryer and baked beans cooking over night. Mom made potato salad. Some Jap version with imitation crab, pasta, mayo, eggs from the girls and potatoes. For some reason it is really good. Sushi will come twice for a hungry, drunken, fourth of July party done the white trash way. I almost rented a trailer for the front yard but settled for our old toilet to be a planter.
Daddy and Mean Queen are at it again. Daddy yelled, Mean Queen screeched and Daddy really yelled. Mean Queen, don't worry, the new tree Daddy planted? It's dead, its little leaves have turned to Jesus and the Junipers are soon to follow. Daddy can yell all he fucking wants in his spit gibberish and it won't do him any good. The Great Horned Owl, its camera lens are focused on Daddy and Great Horned Owl will poop on command.
Don't blow off anything with cheap fireworks...oh, wait...you live in a part of the world where they ain't allowed. It's better that way.
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