The house is NOT on fire. It just happens to be the fog machine.
The Jacob's ladder in motion. Do not touch. 12,000 volts will give you quite a jolt as Pan can attest to since tonight in his infinite wisdom, discovered that beer coolies do not make good insulators.
The neighbor's son argues with the grim reaper not realizing I was doing the talking through a mike at the end of the street. Grim reapers always win arguments.
Just a cool picture of the graveyard and bubbles.
And they start coming and coming and coming.
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