One lucky ducker
In the summer of my first year uni, I was enjoying a BBQ with friends. We used a disposable BBQ, which needed to be slightly elevated for ventilation or some outher white mans magic. Friend who was cooking decided the best possible course of action was to use the cardboard box the BBQ came in. "It'l burn" we warned. "I'm not putting it in the fire you retards." came his reply.

The box quickly caught fire, which ment we had to quickly fashion a means of getting the BBQ free. Two beaches snapped from a bush and jobs a good'un, though this left the problem of the burning box. My friend decides the quickest way to solve the problem was to kick it as hard as he could. This propelled the box directly towards my face. The distance was about 3 feet, the speed was fairly quick, yet somehow I managed to throw myself flat. The box sailed over me and landed in the dry bush behind, which promptly continued not being on fire.

"What the hell!" I cried. He honestly didn't see the problem. Granted, unless it used four star to gel my hair I wasn't in danger of death, but I could have suffered some burns to my face, which I wouldent have been to happy with.
(Mong goose, Fri 20 Aug 2010, 17:56, Reply)