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Everyone (who had brains) scattered and ran like they had ants in their pants, but it looked like it was just gormless little me that didn't realise what had just happened until I actually heard the firework fuse up in the huge enflamed pile of rubble...THEN I ran! I could've been a gonner. The "headless chicken" flew out of the bonfire like a missile, straight at me as I was running away. Once I had a glance back and saw the thing rushing at me I quickly fell and lay flat on the grass, and now, due to some quick clever thinking, I am still alive now to share this "I nearly pooped my pants" story with you.
I didn't find the twit that could have been the culprit for blinding me because everyone said that he ran away..."I pity the fool!" Now traumatised from the emotional event, I have finally had the strength to tell someone about it.
My message of the day - DON'T FOOL WITH FIREWORKS!!!
Then I had the idea of something stuffing a firework inside the dead headless chicken
:P
> Ah, townies. The countryside word for Bazzas. Classic that is,
> classic.
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Neds.
it wasn't funny
m,y dad forgot to secure it before lighting it
"Headless Chicken" is the slang used for an unctrollable firework...a dodgy firework that doesn't shoot up, it shoots straight at people.
> Neds.
Awright, pure quality man.
> I thought you meant a real headless chicken
*****
Me too
Pfft.
God dammit.
Hmmm?