Ahem.
Fire on the mountain, run, boys, run!
Devil’s in the house of the rising sun.
I’m sure someone caught a lot of heat for this.
Well, he may not have been on drugs, but he was baked.
I must say I aim for somewhere between the two extremes, and it seems to work okay.
I heard he has a profile on Match.com.
And his favorite band is The Doors.
Made an ash of himself, he did.
C’mon baby light my fire
Sick burn.
He was probably trying to cool off.
Seriously, it’s fucking hotter than shit up here right now.
Perhaps he was from Oregon, saw the fire and thought, “I’m home!” which made him run toward it.
Yikes. I was in that area two weekends ago and it was utterly ghastly hot, and had to curtail my activities because of it. Now I’m expecting, just maybe, to be in the area again next weekend. This does not bode well.
Well, at least that’ll bring back the honey.
That’s quite the opposite of rebirth.
It’s a rare event when one dies where fire is the medium, but this one was well done.
Seariously, let these puns rest, they’re losing their juiciness.
About the people “running into the flames as a sign of rebirth” - when it’s a 40-foot high bonfire, how do you even get near? Doesn’t that cause 2nd-degree burns from even near proximity?
Not if you have a good dry rub.