If you're allowed to shoot fireworks in your neck of the bone-dry country (we are, though the prairie could burst into flame from a flash of anger), please don't be stupid. It could make you sad.
And possibly disfigured. (No, I didn't take a picture of a disfigured breakfast. Ew.)
I did, however, shoot a creepy angle of Happy Breakfast...
...using my hard-fought freedom for sober and noble purposes only.