So yesterday afternoon a house a few blocks away from where my step-uncle lives in St. Louis exploded. Thankfully it wasn't some kind of criminal plot to kill Danny Glover on his toilet, but rather a gas leak, and double thankfully no one was seriously hurt. In fact the only occupant was in the process of opening a door to go outside when it happened. They got outside...just a lot quicker than they thought. I got a phone call from said relative but he was fairly incoherent and at first I thought he was talking about a house in my town exploding, which is of slightly more concern to me. I was actually slightly disappointed to learn the truth when he finally took the time to explain. Still, it gets me thinking about just how little gas it takes to get a house to detonate like that, and then I start getting all paranoid about sitting around, minding my own business, sniffing the air hey it smells a little like gas in heoh god there goes my torso. Oh well I'll put it on the list with all the other minor, never-going-to-happen-to-me shit that terrifies me, like tornados, military invasion, the ebola virus, black widows, and Congressional action. Tags: congress, explosions, franky has terrible relatives
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