As a kid I was always next to my mom when it was time to burn the trash in the wire basket. I bugged her to let me poke the fire to make sure everything burned. One day she said OK. I carefully did what I was supposed to until I touched her arm with the red hot poker to see if it was really that hot. That was the end of my trash burning career. It also earned me a first class ass whoopin'.
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