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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i'm the firestarter, twisted firestarter...not me, but a schoolfriend named matt.
now matt was one of a big group of 18 year old lads who went camping together. after the consumption of many beers, and the carrying out of many utterly gruesome lad-ly activities (shagging the blow-up sheep, shagging the real surrounding sheep, pissing into the stream below their tents, bbq-ing each other's effluent "to see what colour it would go" - what fucking colour does anything go when you bbq it for god's sake?), matt staggered into the tent, took his jeans off to go to bed, caught his foot in them, and landed heavily on his arse.
which landed on the firestarter.
which caused a small jet of flame to burst out of it.
which burned a rather large hole in his calvins and virtually sealed his asshole closed when it scarred over.
9 years on and i still can't hear that prodigy song without chuckling.
EDIT - why do so many of my posts contain gross details about men shitting themselves? must be a manchester thing...
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rachelswipe with a fork, Mon 7 Nov 2005, 15:04,
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