Or '4thuhJulligh' as it' REALLY called.
Well, my brother made fun of me because all I wanted was smoke bombs. BUT, when he was finished with all that big shit he HAD to have, I was perfectly content, on the sidewalk with my sparklers, smoke bombs, and snakes.
I had relatives from Florida come in, from my Dad's side. They brought cameras, I guess to show all those Floridans (my word) what real, live hillbillies look like. They were surprised, though, I bet, to see we had shoes on . . . O_o They all had weird, funky, accents. Like, almost Northern ones. Weirdos. Which brings me to my conclusion : I DON'T HAVE AN ACCENT.