Well, we’re not sure if he’s done it again, because we’re not sure if he’s done it before. Honestly, we’re not really sure what the “it” is. As is usual, we can’t understand a word he’s saying. It doesn’t matter. Truth be told, since we don’t even know what he was trying to accomplish, we’re not sure if he’s accomplished what he was attempting to do, or failed miserably.
While it’s against my religion to eat any form of vegetable that hasn’t been deep fried and inserted into a well-cooked turkey, I’ll admit that I’m all for blowing them up with high explosives. Of course, these are more along the lines of medium explosives , but you try explaining that to a TSA agent in a pinch. They don’t care if it’s high, low, or medium explosives; they’re giving you a cavity search, and that’s final.
When I was a boy, I had to go to school for some reason. I’m not sure why I went, but everyone I knew seemed rather keen on the concept. I went along with it for a while, but I never got the hang of it. I couldn’t remember my locker combination, I never understood the concept of homework, and I had to eat school lunches. Whenever anybody tried to take my lunch money, I would bet them within an inch of their life, so I always had money for bad lunches. If I was smart I would have just given them the money.
Fireworks are a man’s best friend. They make dogs look like angry ex girlfriends, except dogs usually don’t burn your clothes after they’re done ripping them up. Fireworks will still burn your clothes, but you can fix that by simply not wearing a shirt. The average BSBFB reader knows enough to start off shirtless, so that problem probably won’t come up.