I strongly advised my friend not to burn this shirt, mostly because we were on a wooden deck and he made a makeshift flame thrower. It just seemed like a really really bad idea even in my very intoxicated brain. He said, “don’t worry, the wood is treated.” But I guess when you’re 15 beers deep and the Eagles just lost, nothing really matters anymore. Anyway, his house didn’t burn down and it made me feel a little better, I guess.
Ease up there, Ace. Not too sure why he chose to wear the former Eagle LeSean McCoy’s jersey to begin with before deciding it needed to be burned to the 7th level of hell, but I guess that’s neither here nor there. It’s a good thing there was a somewhat sober
pussy mind present who kept the entire house from going up in flames. That dude hate-fucked the jersey with fire. If he were alone there wasn’t anyone stopping him until everything turned to ash.