Bah, no one can beat the ones we have. Heres a story of what happend the night before the 4th.
So every year my friends and their parents friends, family, etc. hold a kick-ass 4th party with volleyball, stupid bets and topped off with a mind blowing fireworks display. This year was not an exception as we saw them roll in with a TRUCKLOAD, over 3 grand of high quality (illegal) fireworks. Im talking one step down from what you see on TV (firework explosion size). But what made this great was that all the parents where lighting them off in an old baseball field, drunk. This means only one thing is garuenteed at the 4th parties every year, something goes wrong during the firework show. Heres an example, last year one mortar tipped over and shot a huge ass firework into the crowd, it hit a fourwheeler and blew. Again this happens every year. Well outta all the years something has gone wrong, this year was going to undoubtibly put it to shame.
So about 10 minutes into the show it's going great and everyone is having an awsome time. There is nothing like hearing the cannon like sound of a small bomb being shot out of a mortar the distance from the pitcher's mound to where we where, lined up (30 or so people total, half of them little girls 10 and under) around where 3rd base would be. So that leaves us not that much space from the 'base of operations' as you would say, of the fireworks show.
OK, so the legally drunk adults are lighting off the fireworks and everything is going great. No one tripping because THESE GENIUSES are using flares to light their ways to and from the 'launching area' and the boxed containing the HIGHLY FLAMMABLE EXPLOSIVES. This is just to easy for something to go wrong, and well it wouldn't be their famous 4th of July party is something didn't, so a lone ember from one of the flares drops down into one of the boxes holding the HIGHLY FLAMMABLE EXPLOSIVES and wouldn't you know it, the parents start running like hell away from the boxes containing the fireworks where the ember has dropped. Usually when this happens (the parents running like hell away from the fireworks) it is a sign for us, the kids, that something terrible is about to happen and we should also do the same. BUT WE ARE KIDS
To Huck. v. The act of throwing oneself off of a cornice, cliff, rock, or any other thing that results in an attempt to fly.
If you can't dazzle them with brilliance, baffle them with bullshit.