Slowly, as if this were a horrible dream, he moved the aptly named “Happy Fun Time Incredibly Dangerous Pyrotechnic Device” closer to his charred face meat. “We are not responsible for any injuries that may occur while using this product,” It read. “Hmph,” he croaked, “Damn Lawyers!”

“charred face meat” brought both a smile and a shiver.
Gruesome *and* funny. My favorite combination. :)
Seriously, that was awesome. Welcome to 52/250! Great story.
Gross. In a good way ;) Welcome to 52/250! Peace…
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