Fire!We were all in my aunt's kitchen at the back of her huge rambling Victorian house. I was only small and had wandered off to go to the loo, but given up after finding the hall full of smoke. "That was quick," my mum said after a few minutes. "Yes - it's all smoky," I replied.
I've never seen adults move so fast.
So, like my cousin who'd managed to set fire to the roof, tell us your fire stories.
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chthonic, Thu 3 Nov 2005, 9:11)
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Cunt at uniWhilst at uni, the drug-dealing low-life I'd chosen to move in (can't think why...) decided to come into my room and have a chat. We were just talking about random things when mid-way through conversation he decided to pick up an aerosol can of lighter gas.
He pushed it into the carpet and sprayed probably about half the can into it; the carpet was soaked. He carried on talking to me whilst he was doing this, like it was a perfectly normal thing to do. I thought to myself, "he's not actually going to light that, is he?" and then figured he must've been doing it for the unusual freezing effects of lighter gas.
Then he picked up a lighter and lit the little puddle in my carpet.
Now, I don't think the term "fireball" quite covers what happened next, it was more "mini-explosion". We both had singed eyebrows and hair and there was a perfectly circular burn mark on the carpet for the rest of the year. Bye-bye desposit.
And then to cap it all off the next day he chucked a tin of roses at my head. Cunt.
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krang, Fri 4 Nov 2005, 17:32,
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