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It's not summer until you have all your friends over and you decide to blow up an old microwave with a combination of gasoline, Black Cat firecrackers, bottle rockets and Works bombs. And it's definitely not summer until you wake up the next morning feeling like you got a hangover, except you drank nothing but water last night and you trace it back to the noxious fumes emitting from the microwave. But at least it turned the fire a lot of pretty colors.