Ah, to be young again...
After the last day of school one year, my friends and I decided to celebrate in the typical youthful fashion... buring our school supplies. So at the bonfire, we got a fire going, but the wet wood left more to be desired. So my friend went and got some lighter fluid. A few squirts later, there was some fire, but it would quickly die down. So my friend, the rocket scientist that he is, went back to the house and came back with a can of gasoline. I remember what happened to this very day in high definition, slow motion. As he poured the gas straight onto the fire, it traced back up the stream ridiculously fast. My friend saw that, and he pitched the can to the side as fast as he could. Unfortunately, the can went off spinning throwing gas everywhere and literally making a rain of fire. As it passed another friend of ours, his leg became doused and he was immediately set ablaze. As the gas can landed, it began to swell, so to get the fire out, we had to commision and old style fire brigade with buckets. Yet another friend, a sort of big oalf that we knew, grabbed the hose from the house and took off running to the fire, and in sheer comedic fashion, fell on his ass when he ran out of slack, not even halfway to where he needed to be. In the end we got the yard put out, and we were able to remind the people who were set on fire to stop, drop and roll, and my friend's parents who were in the front yard the entire time didn't know anything about it.
(Nickface, Fri 4 Nov 2005, 18:46, Reply)