Bad Ideas"Let's get all the fireworks and pile dog shit on top of them". I can't believe I actually said that, and I still can't believe I was the one who lit them and couldn't run away in time. Tell us about your spectacularly misjudged ideas.
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Scaryduck LIKES EGG, Thu 24 Jul 2014, 13:15)
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RT: Another pyromaniac chemical adventureWhen I was about 12, we went to visit one of my Dad's friends, who was a research chemist. He had loads of good surplus chemical stuff.
Bored with the purple smoke from magnesium shavings + iodine crystals, his son and I decided to try to make gun cotton. This didn't work and we just ended up with messy, glutinous, carbonized crap all covered in concentrated acid.
So, what to do with this stuff?
My friend came up with the obvious answer (I'm sure you have, too): make a standard sugar+nitrate mixture, add some magnesium shavings, stick the acid napalm on top, light it, put a tin can over the top (open end down) and stand on it. OK, says I. The parents are out shopping, let's do it. So he does.
Cue an hour of alternately trying to alleviate hot acid burns by dunking his face in a sink of cold water, and combing the burned clumps of hair out. Once the parents returned, this was inevitably followed by a trip to casualty, while my mum gives me the standard "How can you be so *stupid*" lecture at volume 11 for another full hour.
No permanent damage though, but it was bloody lucky he wore glasses.
Kids - think once. Think twice. Think don't deliberately stand on home-made fireworks made of concentrated sulphuric acid.
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Amish Information Systems hates misplaced, commas, Thu 24 Jul 2014, 15:13,
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Clearly, as this post shows...The rule to learn is always get someone else to stand in the firing line of experiments.
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Batter Pudding Hurler is a figment of your imagination, Thu 24 Jul 2014, 16:25,
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When about 8, me and my old friend Harry made a "firework"by closing up one end of a bog roll tube, partially filling it with black powder (acquired by gently prising apart a number of his fathers shotgun shells), and for a fuse using a bit of old rope which we (for some reason) soaked with WD40.
It didn't work as intended, mainly because the daft fuse we were using simply would not catch.
Harry did manage to set it off, however, by peering into the tube and poking a lit twig into the open end. He wasn't hurt, but for one brief moment from his head sprouted a magnificent fiery beard-mullet combo, and he was left stunned with a face covered in a cartoonish amount of soot.
And then we got beasted by his dad.
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