spam time

[unnamed-nothing.livejournal.com]

So, yeah. Earlier today, I got to put out a fire at work caused by a customer flicking a lit cigarette into a shopping cart which, incidentally, had some incredibly flammable discarded paper ads lining the bottom of it.

Yes. In the middle of a hardware store. Which is filled with wood, oil, a shit ton of cardboard, and explosive chemicals.

I don't even know. Please don't ask.

Anyway. I have a tiny cough and I smell of burnt paper. I was also at work a full hour and a half later than I should have been and got out at 11:30 when I have to be back at 8.

GDS, I need your help.

Spam me with anything and everything you can think of in regards to fire*.



*Please, nothing actually dying from the flames. It's been a bad enough weekend. Don't make it any worse. Humor preferred.

Comments

[kingofrejects.livejournal.com]

YOU ARE NOW

[topsfrombottom.livejournal.com]

NO

FUCK YOU

YOU'RE FRENCH

[kingofrejects.livejournal.com]

I'M NOT THE ONE WHO SEASONS MY STEAK, FRENCHIE!!!

[topsfrombottom.livejournal.com]

I SEASON MY STEAK BECAUSE I AM A COOK AND THAT IS WHAT WE ARE PAID TO DO

ANY MAN CAN APPLY FIRE TO FOOD

IT TAKES REAL SKILL TO BRING THE TRUE FLAVORS OUT

[kingofrejects.livejournal.com]

YEAH OKAY WHATEVER *makes new tag*

[topsfrombottom.livejournal.com]

you will rue this day, rain

you will rue this day

[kingofrejects.livejournal.com]

MWAHAHAHAHAHA!!!