Well, at least the neighbors

Well, at least the neighbors that used to buy illegal fireworks in bulk and set them off in June, July, and August have moved. This year it is a chorus of minor pops and whistles. The cats are still bugged, but it’s not as bad. BTW, I fucking hate this holiday. I just do. The Fourth is where the worst of the U.S. comes out of the woodworks. It should be called Eeedjit Redneck day. Not being an ER myself, I hide.

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