<p>at my house. Well, not my house, but near it. In the pasture. Big fire. Big. Spent all afternoon fighting it with the volunteer fire department.</p>
<p>are you burned? disfigured? dead?</p>
<p>Not really. I was just really dark, ashes and stuff. For the first hour, I was barefoot, so I'm pretty scratched up, but no big deal.</p>
<p>i think it's a sign from jesus</p>
<p>Jay-sus, say it right!</p>
<p>damn martha</p>
<p>literally</p>
<p>Why didn't you tell me about it earlier? I want to go roll around in the ashes.</p>
<p>because you were asleep</p>
<p>Oh be quiet, you just wish you were at my house half an hour ago.</p>
<p>I didn't think you'd get here in time, but I'll call ya next time. We can see the effect of flames on Minnesotans.</p>
<p>In 1876 there was a major fire that scoured the town of Hinckley, MN. The residents did not fare too well.</p>
<p>barbeque! southern flavored!</p>
<p>Oh, of course. The 1876 Hinckley Fire. It's infamous.</p>
<p>Good, old Hinckley.</p>
<p>stupid southerners who don't know how to clean/clear out their pm</p>
<p>stupid Connecticut stalkers who are uncannily resourceful when it comes to finding people's personal information..</p>
<p>stupid people who can't have their own diction and syntax</p>
<p>Oh? Does Bobert stalk you too, Leah?</p>
<p>of course not, i merely googled "idiot" and clicked on the second hit</p>
<p>Let me guess, I was the first?</p>