Neanderpundit

pre-empted Earl for the got-damned olympics. Sons of bitches!

Vman is asking for tales of the hot, and boy do I ever have one. Shit, I have a story for just about everything, because idiot that I am, I have managed to get myself in some remarkable situations.

I was around seventeen and the neighbors had enlisted my help in raking leaves. They had a large yard, some four or five acres, and we raked into piles and burned and raked and burned for several days. Big pin oaks and Osage Orange, leaves the size of magazine pages. Near the edge of the property they also had a pretty substantial brushpile, and I raked the last of the leaves there to finish off the job. In the beginning of the last day we lit the brushpile and the last pile of leaves, and settled back with our garden hose and rakes to watch it burn down. We’d thrown quite a lot of cuttings into the brushpile, and as they caught and burned the sparks really flew, a nice scene- until the lit the leaves across the property line.
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