The Borderline Sociopathic Blog For Boys Needs An Official Holiday
You know, the Fourth of July just ain’t cutting it anymore. It’s getting so you can’t even buy boxes of explosives by the side of the road on your way home from South Of The Border from a guy named Mitch who wears an eyepatch, collects Nazi memorabilia, and is missing three fingers on his left hand anymore. The country’s going to hell, I’m telling you. Sparklers are for finishing school picnics. We need something with a whiff of petard on it. We may have to go international at this point.
Great Balls of Fire! I’ve found it. No, really; it’s called Great Balls of Fire – Bolas de Fuego.
Save your pennies for a trip to El Salvador next August 31st. According to this magnificent Flickr set by Rodolfo Villeda, it has other attractions as well.
6 thoughts on “The Borderline Sociopathic Blog For Boys Needs An Official Holiday”
Hy husband once likened 4th of July with my family to being in a war zone. Aside from the miraculous lack of injuries, it wasn’t much of an exaggeration. If balls of fire had been available, we would assuredly have been hurling them at each other and the neighbors.
Sign me up for the trip.
I know its just a random thing, but as I watched the video, the Google ad banner thingi was advertising some Stress Management program.
Do you think those guys tossing those great balls of fire at each other have any stress to manage?
Petard comes from a Greek root “to break wind of intestinal gas” – again I love my dictionary and you for sending me to it.
Obviously you didn’t travel far enough south on 95 to find Jabs where you can actually find a guy who wears an eyepatch, collects Nazi memorabilia, and is missing three fingers on his left hand. :>)
It’s like dodgeball with fire! Excellent!
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