This is to the best of my recollection:
Tiff: So, are you going to see the fireworks?
Me: No, why would I when I am pretty sure we are going to see the neighborhood ones across the street (they have been going off sporadically through out the past week)?
Tiff: Oh because that is the same as a professional display.
Me: Well no but I have decided to stay away from overcrowded public events unless I really want to go like thisconcertincentralparkinaugustthatiamprettysureiwillhavetoarriveat8for....
Tiff: There are people the roof over there. I want to go on the roof.
Me: (looking out the living room window at them) Well, we can always just hollar at them and ask.
Tiff: You do it.
Me: HEY! YOU ON THE ROOF! YES YOU! LOOK DOWN HERE! APT **!!! HOW DID YOU GET UP THERE?! (to Tiff) I can totally hear my voice echo and that girl looked; I'm fairly certain they are ignoring us.
Tiff: Do it again.
Me: You do.
Tiff: HEY! ON THE ROOF! (man looks this time) They are definitely ignoring us.
Me: They are just a bunch of beer-drinking-hipsters.
Tiff: They are definitely beer-drinking-hipsters.
Damn you hipsters for ruining my 4th. I just wanted to know how to get on the roof. This is a tribute to all you PBR drinking heathens.
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