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slalomdms said:
Ha u think i havent tried that trick already...Not to mention when my friend decided he was going to try to light his hand on fire now that was stupid.
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I had a pyromaniac friend when I was a teenager. He had a fireproof sofa in his basement - I know for SURE it was fireproof because he'd douse it with flammable liquid and set it on fire. Big, scary flames, but when they were gone the sofa was always fine. Probably not a bad way to clean it, come to think of it.

Paul
 
Pyromania is fun! My lab group in my eighth grade advanced science class was always two days ahead of the rest of the class. So we would grab a pair of alcohol burners from the supply cabinet and write our names on the table in alcohol. Then we would light the other end, and see our name in flames! Good, wholesome fun!

College was even better, though...
 
dorkelf said:
I had a pyromaniac friend when I was a teenager. He had a fireproof sofa in his basement - I know for SURE it was fireproof because he'd douse it with flammable liquid and set it on fire. Big, scary flames, but when they were gone the sofa was always fine. Probably not a bad way to clean it, come to think of it.

Paul
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Thats funny... The same friend that lit his hand on fire, also decided to take a bucket of fireworks and pour some flammable liquid inside. Was a funny sight him running and a bucket of fireworks going off. :D
 
Pyromania! Gotta love it!

Best thing about being an art major: Setting fires in trash cans as a class requirement... And creating "homemade napalm" (gelled alcohol).

More fires in the courtyard! Yay!
 
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Someone on ccgr posted how to make thermite. Erm, lets not get that in front of me before I blow something up.

Anyway, I believe detergent and gasoline/styrofoam and gasoline makes napalm. Not sure though.

One time I was burning boxes and some cinders got out and set a bunch of grass on fire. That was fun.
"MOOOOOOOOOM!!! GET OUT HERE WITH THE HOSE! THE GRASS IS ON FIRE!"
"OH JEEZ, STOMP IT OUT WITH THAT PIECE OF WOOD YOU GOT THERE!"
"ARGH! GET SOME FLIPPIN WATER!"

It really wasn't that bad, but now we have 3 10 ft. wide black spots way out in our bad yard :eek:
 
Our fires were either in the ceramics courtyard or the sculpture courtyard. Our sculpture building used to be a "five and dime" store in the forties and fifties. There was a fire at some point, and one half of the building lost its roof.

So what does the school do? Buy it, clean that side out, and install some kilns, a forge, and a furnace for iron pours. Then they cover the ground with two inches of sand, except for where the forge and the kilns are. The other half gets fitted out for sculpture, with lots of big saws, some enormous sanders, and a few types of drill presses. Plus welding, metal working, sandblasting, etc., and a classroom and a grad studio.

This is the same school that turned a parking deck into science labs, complete with ramps instead of stairs. Somehow it puts the fear of God into you to walk through this slapdash building and pass the cylinders of unknown gases chained to the walls... :rolleyes:
 
When we lived in Virginia, my mom was cleaning out our basement (Keep in mind down there, you burn a lot of your trash, so everything was going into a barrel). Dad got home and started the fire. All of a sudden, he hears a "BANG, ZING!". He's like, "That sounded like a bullet...":confused: He hears another one and ducks down. A bunch more go off, and he runs into the house. Mom's right there, and he's like "Are you trying to kill me, woman?!":eek:

Apparently, when Mom was cleaning, she must have thrown a box of bullets into the barrel without realizing it. :rolleyes:
 
well, the bullets wouldn't go as fast as normal, because the explosion was not centered on propelling the bullet... I wonder how powerful the shots were, tho.
 
You get used to dodging a few bullets in Texas. Usually we just pull our gun out and just fire a few back in their general direction. It usually stops the bullet spamming.
 
ArchAngel said:
well, the bullets wouldn't go as fast as normal, because the explosion was not centered on propelling the bullet... I wonder how powerful the shots were, tho.
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Powerful enough to kill you if you got hit by one.
 
I'm pretty sure they were closer to the bottom of the barrel, and wouldn't have been powerful enough to go through it anyway, so there really wasn't any chance of getting hit by one. It was just the fact that if there was a box of bullets in a burning barrel, you don't really wanna take any chances. :)
 
Halonic said:
You get used to dodging a few bullets in Texas. Usually we just pull our gun out and just fire a few back in their general direction. It usually stops the bullet spamming.
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wow... what part of texas do you live in? i guess that's not so common in the parts of Dallas & surrounding area i've been/lived in....
 
Baron Squirrel said:
wow... what part of texas do you live in? i guess that's not so common in the parts of Dallas & surrounding area i've been/lived in....
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I'm sure he's referring to some deer hunting experiences. :p
 
ah, that would explain it. around here, the first weekend of deer season is a state holiday. err... people treat it that way, at least.
 
November 15 (Deer hunting rifle season start) in Michigan is pretty much a holiday too. Some schools and businesses even need to completely shut down for the day in some of the more rural areas.
 
My dad always had lots of guns when I was growing up. We lived in an apartment. His favorite target practice? Fill a two liter bottle with water. Fill the tub with water. Place the two liter bottle in the back corner, on the edge of the tub. Fire blanks at the bottle.

We did this regularly for years. Can you believe no neighbor ever complained or called the police? And yes, we all still have ten fingers and ten toes.... :rolleyes:

He used to brag to his friends that his fifteen-year-old daughter, 5' 5" and 100 pounds, could assemble a .45 semi-automatic and fire a .357 Smith & Wesson. He was insanely proud of that...

(I no longer possess such skills, by the way, nor am I 5' 5" or 100 pounds...)
 
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