Being aware that there are infidels out to get me, I have all my beer imported & hermetically sealed in a brown paper sack so I know my beverages have not been tampered with.
I allow this 'flicking' since I want Teeka to feel good about a small victory. As she sits in my recliner to bask in her glory, there's a beeping. I detonate the 17 claymores I had put inside the recliner.
After the smoke clears, I mop up Teeka with my Swiffer-Jet mop. I pour gasoline around the base of the hill & toss a match after I'm back up at the top. The large burning ring of fire keeps all other wannabes away, so that I can toast marshmallows and make some S'mores.
my hill, my camp, my stuff
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