WordKnot

Most of you that know me will undoubtedly assume that it’s just that my brain is leaking funny stories.  Apparently it’s sieve (however the hell you spell that).  It’s not always easy to come up with good stories, but I’m sure that is little consolation to you.
This story is, in fact, not my own.  It belongs to my father and, after getting so sick of telling it that he simply refused to do so anymore, he bequeathed it to me.  So, it has fallen to me to tell this infamous story.  I’ll be changing the name of the “main character” (other than my father) in this story so as not to incriminate my dad.  Also, I’ll be telling the story in the first person, simply for the reason that it’s much better that way.
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Ok, enough bashing on my family.  It’s time now to bash on myself.  I am not special, I’ve done my fair share of stupid things.  I know, it’s a shock to us all but please, try to believe it.

This will be two stories in one, but they are related so…  enjoy.

Well, we really were cutting up a lot of bushes in our yard that year.  My dad had cut our bushes at the end of the yard back far enough to make them look nice and ratty.  Then, figuring a job well done decided to find an ingenious way to dispose of the branches and such.  Of course, the favorite method of destruction of anything flammable is what?….Fire of course. (continue reading…)