It really wasn't smart. I was dying.
Then I dropped a marshmallow into the fire. Whoops.
One of my friends wanted to try to burn the leaves of a hallucinogenic plant. *siiigh* The people I hang out with. But they ended up not burning them, anyway, so...
Well, a few fireflies stupidly committed suicide by flying into the fire.
"Oh, good. After all, I can rub my stomach and pat my head at the same time, and I can do it with my eyes closed while whistling 'The Entertainer.' That's rhythm for you."
~ Snaps, proving that White Boys CAN have rhythm