me and my group of friends took an old Lego castle that i had from like 15 years ago and stuck a 1/4 stick of dynamite in it. it was the loudest thing i have ever heard or felt, and it rained Legos all over my neighborhood. greatest thing i have ever seen.

I went to a wake and then spent the rest of the day and night in my dead mother's house.

nursed a hangover

i got really high and watched robot chicken, drove home and saw a gnarly accident. car was on fire and everything. i love the 4th, oh yeah then i got home played some ps2 and jerked off.

oh yeah someone come kill all the co-eds in my neighborhood liting off fireworks till 5am

RichHorror said:

If that is true, then thats shitty man.
I planned my mothers funeral.
Contrary to popular belief, there is no fun in funeral.

I worked, then I smoked some reefer.

me and my girl went to dunkin donuts then watched "teenage mutant ninja turtles: the movie" at my house.

powerkok said:

Well, partially. I beat up her scumbag ex-boyfriend. That was pretty fun.

I don't celebrate the fourth.

I'm a dirty job stealing immigrant.

Oh sweet.
Another unchecked item on my to do before I die list:

Beat piss out of scumbag ex-boyfriend, if ever cross paths.
Check.

niccolai said:

You stoole ayrrr jaaaabs.

I terrrkkk yer jerrrrrbbbb