
Bluffboy says: My mate cheated death and burned his eyebrows off looking down the barrel of a potato gun. Tell us about your brushes with the Grim Reaper through stupidity.
( , Thu 12 Feb 2009, 20:01)
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As a kid, me and my mates discovered that you could do entertaining things with nuts, bolts and matches.
The premise: get a nut and partially screw in a bolt not even half way in, just enough to leave a little pit in the middle of the nut.
Pour in a some crushed up matchheads and screw in another bolt from the top as tight as you dare.
If you then hit the assembled contraption with a hammer it makes an almighty noise. Great fun!
Until the day when some mastermind (i.e. yours truly) made an extra big one by hardly screwing in the bottom bolt at all and pouring in a ton of matchheads.
I was busy giving it a good seeing to with the hammer and when it exploded it also managed to strip the thread from that bottom bolt and send the bolt flying through the air... and straight into my gob.
I still have a chipped front tooth due to this feat of stupidity. Lucky it didn't go anywhere else: my mate, today, is actually blind in one eye on account of other stupidity later on that year. That time with fireworks. He didn't take very kindly to being called Cyclops for the entire rest of his school life... but that didn't stop us taking the piss constantly. What a sympathetic bunch we were!
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( , Thu 12 Feb 2009, 22:01, Reply)
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