Ok, so my neighbors officially hate me. Me and a few friends

we were roasting marshmallows and stuff when

suddenly we hear sirens, and see a firetruck turn into

the street in front of us. So we all went running to

see what was up, and our neighbor’s house was on

fire!

Well, when we got there, the wife was crying in her

husbands arms, and we were just kinda standing

there, and then she saw us, and then like for 10

seconds, gave us the dirtiest look ever….

Turns out, we were still holding our sticks with

marshmallows on it, watching the fire….

Talk about bad timing…