Charleston firefighters give new meaning to the words “on fire.” I turned a corner on my way to work today to find four firefighters directing traffic around their gleaming truck. Without thinking I heard the holy hell escape from my lips. They looked like they were all specially bred to lift large hoses and save the girl who just happened to be sleeping naked that night. Lets just say my cookies might mysteriously burn this week. Screw that I might set myself on fire just so they can put me out.
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