BS is a freak about yard cleanliness.
This is his path to success, thus far.
Get up early on a Saturday morning and begin lighting small piles of pine needles.
Wait for your Minnie to walk out the back door and ask if maybe he should have a hose near by, since, you know the flucking yard is on fire...
(As you can see in exhibit A the photo, there was smoke.)
In an effort to put this into perspective for you. The top of those flames licked the oak tree above it. The oak tree that I happen to know for a FACT is 35'. I know this because the "tree guy" came out to measure.
Next have kind, albeit delusional old man at the back of the property line walk up and praise BS for his efforts.
"Nice to see some kids that aren't afraid of hard work. Good job, Son."
Now continue smoking out the neighborhood until younger, less delusional, and far more risky neighbor comes over and brings an ice chest of cocktails and a 5 gallon bucket (not approved container, a regular freaking bucket,) of something that smelled dangerously close to gasoline
Listen in horror with towel on my head and robe on my body as Daisy and risky neighbor's daughter come running into the bathroom screaming about fire.
In an effort to put this into perspective for you. The top of those flames licked the oak tree above it. The oak tree that I happen to know for a FACT is 35'. I know this because the "tree guy" came out to measure.So what I'm telling you is that he put enough diesel fuel onto dried up pine needles to have flames 35' in the air. This is obviously after it'd had been going a while because I had enough time to throw some clothes on and grab my camera.
Oddly when I asked him to get closer to the fire so that I could take a picture to put it's size into perspective he said, "This is as close as I can get, and it's about 130 degrees here." At least I think that's what he said because he was half a freaking acre away.
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Men....must.build.fire. *chest thump* *chest thump*
ha! oh I know it's spring around here when I hear the township fire truck at least twice a night heading out to save the next man that just had to burn off the pasture/wood pile/trash pile/whatever else they felt the need to burn.
We're so not allowed to do that within city limits. I'm jealous.
Oh geez ... no one called the fire department on you? My friend out in Michigan was burning old Christmas Tree needles/branches in his backyard in a little fire burning unit and the fire department came out due to all the smoke.
Just looking at that picture made me feel like backing up a bit :) Men just never really grow out of some things, do they?
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