Good morning. It's Haystack. It's time for my. Pretty much my favorite time of the week when we chat with my dear old friend Bama from rural Alabama. And, Bama, it's nearly the fourth of July. Do you have any big plans for the 4th? Oh, you better believe I got some big plans. I. I just got my tetanus shot. Refresh. Which can only mean one thing. It is fireworks season, babies. Well, I don't think that's the official signal, but okay.
I've hosted a big old fireworks blowout every Fourth of July since Crystal Pepsi was invented. But this year, I'm getting paid. I'm emcee in a fireworks show in the parking lot of a vape store slash bakeshop. That sounds like a great big old lawsuit waiting to happen, Bama. Well, that's why they hired me. They said that they needed someone with a nice rack and zero regard for personal safety. And. And, well, that's me in a nutshell. Oh, no. Well, what. What are you gonna do after the show?
Well, ideally, I end up on some sleazy guy's boat, but more realistically, I'll end up in either a fist fight or handcuffs. Or maybe both. I am sensing for some reason a recurring theme with your holidays. Hey, that is freedom, Haystack. Blow stuff up, kiss somebody questionable, and run from the law in flip flops. Happy 4 of July. Happy 4th to you too, Bama. May your burns be minor and your bail be affordable. Amen to that. Y' all have a good four.