|A funny thng happend on the way to the Cracker Barrel
||[Dec. 7th, 2006|10:27 pm]
I Am Not Al Bundy
|||||Not in the fire, TX||]|
|||||Bloodhound Gang - Fire Water Burn||]|
That's my shoe store in burgundy (hey, fuck you) and the popular Southern eating establishmen, Cracker Barrel, in yellow. It was a normal day until a thick haze descended upon the outlet. We all gathered around the store front to ponder the sudden change.
Rather odd for the middle of the day, the weather was changing, but not significantly for such a formation. Then our attention was drawn to the West.
THE DUMPSTER BEHIND CRACKER BARREL IS ON FIRE!
HOLY SHIT SOMEONE CALL THE FIRE DEPARTMENT!
GET THOSE PEOPLE AWAY FROM THE PARKING LOT!
NOOOOOOOOOOOO! JUST BECAUSE YOU WEAR SHITTY SHOES DOESN'T MEAN YOU HAVE TO DIE!
Wait, yes it does. Burn.
(okay, no one burned, but the fire was pretty random and pretty to watch)