Sweet sparkler, kid. How the hell do you expect to be finger blasting Mary Jo Rottencrotch when you're out prancing around with a fucking sparkler. There is no chance that you are impressing any of those little broads at the 4th of July party doing your little dance routine with that sparkler. You look like you should be in the women's Olympics doing one of those dance routines that those little Chinese girls do. The only way you're landing the hot chicks is if you're the kid out there with M80s, Romans Candles, or mortars. To the victor of the Romans Candle war goes the wet chicks. So, here's a free lesson young Johnny: Unless you want to spend the rest of your life smoking pole, put down the sparkler and have your dad buy you some real fireworks next time. You're welcome.
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