Shaun Groves
I’m thankful that I have the right to light chickens on fire. Thank you, Mr.Jefferson, for that. For beautiful that.
20 comments on “Independence Day. The Cult-De-Sac Way”
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Cristy says:
I thought I was getting ready to watch the video of you lighting Brian on fire…
Sean w/o an H says:
I just want you to know… if you were trying, you know, to reach just one person… you did it. A solomn reminder of the fiery passion, sacrifices, and, uh… commercialism that makes this country great. 😀
Sean (did his part by buying a pair of movie tickets yesterday)
brody says:
Who’s that unfit father in the middle of the street with the white-haired little boy trying to light things on fire?
Kyle says:
not sure but he needs to pull his pants up.
Grovesfan says:
You’ve got no one to blame but yourself Brody, when Blue sets the house on fire!
Shaun,
was that you playing the piano? I love to hear you play.
Beth
Seth Ward says:
That “above the fruited plane” part was interesting. It fit the show.
Shaun Groves says:
Critic.
keith says:
That chicken just sat there. I thought it would at least run around a little like a chicken with it’s head… er, butt on fire.
MammasBoy says:
Cool. I’ve never seen a chicken poop out fire before. Was this the Year of the Rooster or something?
MB