Man, I totally don't have any fireworks this year. Zip. There may be a few smoke bombs and cobra snakes leftover from last year's Fireworks article, but with that kind of ammo, I'd only be allowed to huddle by the bush with the six-year-old sparkler twirlers. However, I stand confident that I'll be spending the holiday as the sole celebrator who gets to drink fireworks, evidenced in the latest Kool-Aid review. Cherry Cracker arrived in 1991, with images of Uncle Sam and the Kool-Aid Man riding a red rocket right into your god damned mouth. It was the punch that popped, or at least, the punch that would've popped if the ingredients weren't fifteen years old.
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I thread-jack all the time. Everyone ignores me except you, so we’re really not interupting anything. They know to politely ingnore
I respect your opinion, but Stateside is my new great Rachael Hope. And as always its personal stuff:
*The stuff she says and he writes make great lyrics = the dialogue is funny and poignent.
*I can relate to so much of their relationship.
*He saves her and she saves him.
I haven’t seen Hi-Line. Lemme know what you think.