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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Well, y'know that thing where you make a flamethrower out of an aerosol?? Well, I used to call it "Petes Deoderant Trick". I still do, as a matter of fact.
So I was at this bonfire a year ago, and we'd run out of fireworks. At 9PM, we wanted some more fireworks dammit, so I asked my mate for a aerosol. Grinning wildly (we were pissed) he dashed into the house and got about 10 deoderant cans. Retrieving my ever so handy Zippo for lighting up my ciggies, I did my ever so pretty trick. Rather than the flame going back in the can, I ended up setting my mates rabbit hutch on fire (he doesn't even have a fucking rabbit), on which I had perched the other deoderant cans. The flames grew wilder, and getting closer to the aerosols, one of my none-drunk mates said "LEG IT YOU STUPID FUCKS, THOSE CANS ARE GOING TO EXPLODE!" We pegged it out of the backgarden, I jumped over the backgate, fell flat on my arse, got up pretty damn quick and legged it accross the street. Cue a rather large explosion. We wait 20 minutes, and it starts raining. Thank fuck, we think. We go back and theres still quite a bit of fire, so my non drunk mate goes in again and gets a bucket of water, and chucks it over the fire.
Due to the explosion, btw, most of his fence got knocked down.
One more:
I got a really big pipe once, and attached about 5 fuck-off rockets onto it, tied all the fuses together, and nearly killed myself. My friends and family were all shouting "COME AWAY YER DICKHEAD!" because I was just standing there watching the fuses burn.
*bow out*
(, Wed 9 Nov 2005, 0:48, Reply)
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