If I stuck french/freedom fries in my nostrils and ears, put tricolored sparklers into the ends of the fritters, and lit all the sparklers at once...
What would be the nationality, if any, of the person who eventually quit laughing at me -- after I turned into one big accidental flameball -- long enough to get a bucket of water and put me out?
We're at the U.N., say. Or an airport. Or a tourist spot in Paris or London or New York.
― Ann Sterzinger (Ann Sterzinger), Tuesday, 28 October 2003 04:35 (twenty-two years ago)