It’s been a whole year since the massacre. July 4th 2009, I remember it like it was yesterday…

Part one:

Independence day, an excuse to start fires, suck titties, and blow shit up just like our forefathers of the revolution, except we don’t die. They’d be so proud if they could just see what has become of their holiday: dirty animal group sex, firework head-shots, and all around respect for the past and what it means to our future. Get your history straight kids, Will Smith didn’t kill all those aliens for us just to be forgotten.

Part dos, the defeat, below…

You still with us? Well apparently that whole freedom thing only has significance on certain days of the week, and dirty animal sex is frowned upon by most of the legal system. So, starting with a simple noise complaint from the little old lady down the road, the July 4th casselberry massacre began. One fish, two fish, uncle Sam was ready to fuck whoever stood in the way, with the long dick of the law. He did just that, and lord almighty, what a fuck it was.

mug update: a couple of the mugs from 4th can be seen here, here, here, and here…wow. and the cops never found the crack.

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