And in dumb crook news https://fullmagnews.com/2022/05/04/...l-carry-class-what-did-he-think-would-happen/
My parents used to just divide us into teams and give each side a lighter, a box of Roman candles, and some shovels to dig our trenches. I still got a scar on the side of my nose from getting hit with one of those.
he forgot the pack of Camels. Seriously, I was buying my parents and aunts/uncles cigarettes until probably 1986. They'd send me down to the corner Party Store with a $5 bill. In 1986, I was nine years old. Only reason I stopped is they all quit.