Being from Phoenix where they used to be outlawed, driving through Omaha in the evening looked like the fog of war.
Short story, my big truck was down. A couple guys in the shop took me out drinking in Omaha. At the bar, they were lighting off mortars on the ground. I ducked back inside to keep pouring PBR down my throat. Rode back to the motel through a haze of smoke.
It sounds like the battle of the bulge around here on the 4th! 'Merica baby!
Truer words have never been spoken
Didn’t go crazy but picked up a few things that’ll go boom.