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DantheMan

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I was grilling out one night on the trusty Gas grill when the push-button lighter on the frount of the grill would not start the flame. So I just kept pushing it, I had the Gas on full blast, I had the lid closed?? Just a few more tries,
You guys know that a grill can be launched off the edge of your deck? and I burnt all the hair off of my forearms.

The Nathens Hot dog was worh it!!
 
We were fishing and near us a fellow trying to start his inboard motor. The motor cranked and cranked, and finally the gas fumes under the motor cover ignited. The explosion blew the cover higher than the tall cottonwood tree top that was right next to the boat. The flames and smoke made the cover look like a square missle going up. The ensuing fire singed the boater and started to boat on fire. The owner quickly put the fire out with his extinguisher. An hour later the party had the cover back on, the vents OPEN, and were happily motoring across the lake with the newly hairless guy at the helm. The guy that forgot to open the cover vents had swimming trunks on and had most of his hair flash singed off his body, but had enough beer in him to ease the pain. He considered it as preventative medicine for snakebite and flashburn, from what he told me while I was checking on him to see if he needed medical help or assistance. I am sure he was a hurtin' dog when he sobered up. Another flame eye opener was when my dad and we 3 then small kids were camping. We were on the river night fishing in a 10 ft. rowboat on the river, anchored over a deep hole. We were fishing by gasoline latern in the boat. The latern started acting weird, hissing and flickering, then started spurting flaming gasoline. Pop was the only swimmer in the boat, and responded by grabbing the latern and throwing it out of the boat. The latern blew burning gas all over the water about the time it hit the water. We were stuptified, sitting there in the boat and watching the floating fire drift downstream. We rowed back to shore in the dark and decided we had enough of the river for one night. I remember one thing clearly. Three kids cramming in the stern of a rocking 10 ft. aluminum jon boat with a flaming latern feet away, and the old man trying to get the latern out of the boat while not tipping us all into the river.
 
I was lighting a plastic milk jug about a 1/4 of the way filled with gas when I was a kid, playing flamethrower with it. I would light the top and squeeze the jug. Worked okay for a couple of times. I happened to be looking down over the top of the jug and lit it..... WHOOOSH. No more eye lashes or eyebrows and had a nice trim on the front of the hair on my head. Between playing with gas, black powder and improvised guns and other weapons as kid I feel lucky to have all my extremities. ;)
 
I was lighting a plastic milk jug about

Terrorist!!!! :D :D :D :D T%he sky is falling...the sky is falling...the sky is falling :D :D :D

OOPS....Making fun of the government is illegal now isn't it :footinmou
 
Mark Williams said:
Between playing with gas, black powder and improvised guns and other weapons as kid I feel lucky to have all my extremities. ;)
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So now we play with propane and stuff.... boys will be boys, no matter how old we get. Wasn't there recent talk on here about filling things with acetylene and lighting it? Not to mention any names, of course. :D
 
Did you guys know if you shoot a #11 cap for a muzzle loader out of a pump up BB gun it will go off when it hits? I was playing with that this afternoon. Haven't gotten reliable hits on anything but concrete or a steel plow blade beyond about 15 feet. Has some interesting possibilities though :)

As far as fires, about the 2nd time I lit my forge I flash burned the hair on my face pretty good. Eyelashes were gray and crispy a couple days, hat seemed to protect my eyebrows and I shaved the rest off. I light it with snap start propane torch, just hold the flame inside as I open the ball valve. Like a dumbass I crouched in front of the opening in the front of the forge and had the regulator set at 2lbs. I did the nicest backward somersault of my life trying to get out of the flame,probably looked like I got kicked by a horse, but I didn't get burned much. :D
 
Stick an old light anywhere match in your pellet gun and shoot something solid......Damn, I haven't done that for 50 years....my wife is right, I am childish! ;)
 
peter nap said:
I was lighting a plastic milk jug about

Terrorist!!!! :D :D :D :D T%he sky is falling...the sky is falling...the sky is falling :D :D :D

OOPS....Making fun of the government is illegal now isn't it :footinmou
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Don't get me started. Please! (Too late now :eek: ) I went through a security checkpoint yesterday at the municipal building in downtown Detroit AFTER leaving my Native and my mini-SAK in the car -- I knew better than to even think about carrying those in with me. I emptied my pockets into the little tray they give you, and when I turned around after walking through the metal detector I see the guard inspecting the little wire toothpick that I carry for cleaning food particles from under my bridgework. It's a little plastic handle with a roughly 1" long curved stainless steel wire sticking out of it, and there's a cover from the same plastic that slides over the wire and fits snugly on the handle so you don't get poked in the pocket.
"What's this?", says he.
"Its a toothpick", I replied.
"You can't have this in here", he says.
"You've got to be kidding me", I said.
"Just doin' what they tell me", he says.
"Sorry, I mean THEY must be kidding"...

Now the guard starts to glance toward his cohorts (including a fully armed Wayne County sheriff's deputy). I finally realized just how thin the ice was where I was walking and politely offered to return the item to my car. He gave me my stuff back and I trudged (stormed, actually) back to the car.

My gripe is not so much with the rules themselves as it is with the insistence that they be followed to the letter. (My toothpick qualified as a "sharp or pointed object".) Even if the powers that be allow the security types to exercise some discretion (which I doubt), I'm not too sure that many of those guys are able to that, let alone willing.

So I returned without my toothpick, and they let me go in with my Brunton Firelight (combination butane torch and L.E.D. flashlight) -- which would put one heck of a dent in the head of anyone unlucky enough to have me throw it at them -- plus my car key with its big plastic head (far more lethal than either the toothpick or the lighter if wielded with the head against my palm with the key sticking out from between the third and middle fingers of my clenched fist). If I wanted to be a real smart@ss (and risk an arrest) I'd sharpen the edge of one of my obsolete keys just shy of shaving sharp and point it out to them after they clear me through the checkpoint.

Okay, okay... I went off on a rant. Sorry. Silly rules at checkpoints are on my short list of pet peeves.

Shalom anyway!
Mark
 
I remember one frosty winter visiting my farming Uncle at his KY river bottom farm, on past Orville Baptist church, just 'fore you get to Gest at Lock No. 5. ;) WE had central heat and all, but loved Uncle's wood burning stove, (and his ho'made hams) but when he came in with a jar of flammable liguid and proceeded to slosh it into the door of the stove to "start 'er up", we all jumped up as one and took three very quick steps toward the door. Aw, shucks, he sez, 'hit's just diesel fuel." Amazing how at 8 years old one had already absorbed the fundamental lesson of gasoline vs. fire.
 
When I was bit younger, I studied to be a "plomber", I hope I spelled it right...
We had a "service" that our teatcher operated and every ones and a while we went to someboby's home to fix things for free. This way we got good practice and people got their running water, heating and ventilation back in order. One's we were fixing this heating system that was operating with oil. There was this T-section, cast iron, that had been broken and we needed to get it out for repairs. Well, we openend the valves to empty the water from the system and for some odd reason our teatcher opened the burner door. He explined how we need to clean and adjust the burner... jadda jadda jadda... Time went by and the temperature went down....
For unknown reason the safety catch of the burner did not work...
We were four people in a small room and the bloody burner fired up! My friends overalls took some damage and we all almost wet out pants but otherwise all went well after.. I have never seen anybody to clear "classroom" so fast.

Other story from that school:
I was making a smoking oven for a customer and I was welding the chimney with acetylen and oxygen. I was not paying attention enough and the flame went out.
For some idiotic reason I put the torch in the chimney and started look for "sparker". I did not turn off the gas... Dear Lord I was stupid...
After awhile I found the sparky and took the torch in my hand and adjusted the valves so I could start the torch again. spark spark BOOM!

Beacuse off shape and the position of the oven it was full of mix acetylen oxygen and my face was about 30 cm from the chimney. I had inhaled the hot air that came out and it burned my scared facial hair and end of my throat. I was in hospital for two days with some burns on my face and in my throat.
Later the customer asked how I got the nice round shapes to the sides of the oven. :rolleyes:
 
This was without a doubt the stupidest thing I've ever done (at least the stupidest thing I can remember right now).

When I was in grade 9 science my science partner (we were all paired up for the class labs) got the idea that we should light the bunsen burner valve at the source. So here I go turning it on and with a click of the flint ignitor, we found out just how large a flame that would make! Of course the flame is shooting straight at us, we are frantically trying to figure out how to get around the flame and turn it off. Everyone, I mean everyone is freaking out, four foot flames are not common in science class (at least not ours). I burned all the hair off my arm but got it turned off without any other injury. Teacher turns around looks at me shakes his head and keeps going. :D
 
I was working at a gas station years ago when a gas pump caught on fire. It happened when I hung up the nozzle and fire and burning gas shot out of the nozzle hole and down the pump, spreading quickly. The customer next to the pump started his car and peeled out, and shot off the drive. The fire kept spreading and I ran inside the stationhouse and grabbed the chemical douser and flipped the pump main power switch. It only took a couple of minutes for me to put out the fire. When the boss rolled in a few minutes later, the fire trucks were still there. No real damage, just an 18 year old kid still big eyed and smelling of smoke. Yes, I still had a job, and went on to become one of their station managers. I have to admit, being brand new on the job, my first instinct was to run for the hills and let the place fend for itself!
 
When workin as a welder I took a small trash bag an fill
it with a little acetylene with a tolietpaper fuse and set it off in the shop.Lets just say the boss was not happy :eek: :D
 
When I was in College, we had a Frat party at the lake, complete with a BIG bonfire, well we got there early, helped build a really big pile of dead wood and sticks, then some "wit" had the bright idea to use a gallon of gas he just happened to have to start it. Imagine the vapors building up in amoungst the wood and sticks, imagine three drunk idiots tossing a burning railroad flare into that from 20 feet away...IMAGINE THE EXPLOSION!!! knocked us on our collective ASSES!, but boy did that fire get started! :D :eek:
 
When I was a kid growing up in Maine, there was this tourist trap called Perry's Nut House. They sold fudge and novelties, but the real attraction for me was in that they also sold cigarette loads. I snagged a pack of my father's Lucky Strikes and loaded a couple of his smokes. I shoved two into one cigarette, and and one into another and replaced his pack back on the end table by his chair. Minutes later, Dad walked back into the room and sat down. I was laying on the floor, watching the Monkees. Dad lit up a smoke and BANG!

Man, I tell you he was really bullsh*t at me! He jumped up and gave me a good cuffing. I was laughing/crying at the same time, and that made him hit me even harder. Mom came in from the kitchen to see what all the commotion was about. Dad sat back down, satisfied he'd done his parental duty, and lit up the second smoke with the TWO loads in it!

BOOM!

There sat Dad, just like in the cartoons with tobacco and little bits of white cigarette paper all over the place. This time even my mother started laughing. To make a long story short, I got my azz beat again, and Dad confiscated the cigarette loads, but it was worth it. It was a long time before they took me to Perry's Nut House again. :D
 
How about Oxy/Propane hand torch for jewelry work and the bic lighter you lit it with on the table next to ya. hehe. My friend ( jeweler) lost his eyebrows. Fun Fun

Bryan
 
My best pal back 20 years (now he lives in Oregon, heaven help you all) rested a gas tank on battery terminals, set off a shed full of fertilizer, and burned down a golf course. Just when you think something is impossible or can't be topped... :eek:
 
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