There is a time honored tradition that comes around only once a year. It’s called “blowing shit up.” This is how men, young and old, celebrate our nation’s independence. What better way to say, “Go America!” than by making things explode. Let’s scare small animals! Let’s baffle the women-folk! You may lose a finger, but DAMN! DID YOU SEE THAT?!
Now, most of these items are illegal in city limits around the KC Metro area, but does that stop folks?! Of course not! You can’t see a law so maybe it’s not real. And, if God didn’t want them to blow shit up, he wouldn’t have places outside city limits where it’s legal to sell the necessary items.
I don’t like blowing things up, but if I had to participate, here’s what I’d blow up:
- Flarp
- A knitting project gone bad (via Tammi)
- A cake
- A jug of bubbles
- Paper Mache
Katie Leas is an English degree holding semi-blonde from Kansas City, Missouri who found her way into advertising and internet marketing when she saw an ad for a copywriter and realized she wasn't qualified, so she applied for an internship instead. Today, she's the manager of her own niche internet marketing department. 
Flarp? WTF is that?
Brian, I’m surprised you don’t have any flarp. It’s fart putty.
It was a *hit* at work when I kept it in my desk. I just wonder what sort of sound it would make when blowed up…Will it fart?
HAHA, nice – but i must ask, if you don’t like blowing shit up, do you also hate America? cause America == blow shit up.
If there’s anything my obsessive marathons of The West Wing have taught me, it’s that if we don’t like, we can change it or live with it if it means something else we do like can happen.
Fireworks are pretty.