Science = Fire, Sex lube and pickle cakes
Here are three tales of woe from my attempts to be all sciencey as a wee one.

When I was 12 I thought I would bake a cake as a surprise for when my mum got home from work. Found a recipe which called for cream of tartar. Being a stupid kid, I found some tartar sauce in the fridge and presumed that was what the recipe meant. Admittedly, the acidity in the sauce made the cake rise, but the powerful taste of pickle and the sharp smell which now permeated the kitchen made this endeavour less than successful.

When I was 14, I had a dirty pound coin. I decided to clean it by soaking it in methylated spirit. This did sod all, so I thought lighting the spirit on fire would speed up the fabled cleaning reaction. I then knocked the tin can I was using to the floor and set my bedroom carpet alight.

Finally, when I was 16, I found a recipe for home made sex lubricant online which was basically flour and water. A few months later when some friends and I were making use of my parents not being home for the weekend to enjoy some drinking time, we thought it'd be hilarious to make it. So I whipped it up and promptly forgot about it until an hour later I smell burning and find a nice half chalky/half sooty concoction clinging irremovably to my mum's expensive pan. I just threw it away and pled ignorance to the location of said pan.

This is why I studied a BA at uni.
( B.T., Wed 15 Aug 2012, 10:34, 3 replies)

Here, drink this milk.

( monster munch person, man, woman... camera... TV?, Wed 15 Aug 2012, 13:41, closed)

This is why I studied a BA at uni.
Really? Perhaps you can answer me this:

Who was the crazy fool he spent so much time pitying?

Oh. A BA.
( shinyshinyscalp less a man, more a way of life, Wed 15 Aug 2012, 14:05, closed)

I remember finding a tub of Cream of Tartar when I was a lad
trying a spoonful hoping it'll taste sweet and creamy was an experience I can still recall.
( M3rx likes the Asian ladies, Thu 16 Aug 2012, 9:12, closed)