Basically. I love him but I'm about to go full mom rage on him and tell him to zip his lips and pay attention. AND it'd help if he would use the goddamn computer he has in his hand and find the answer to the question(s) he's asking.
When I was growing up, around the time when the Internet was a finite length of time measured by your cache of free trial AOL cds, a house blew up in our neighborhood. And not like a gas leak fire kinda thing. I mean it blew the fuck up. It was there, and then it wasn't. The responding fire trucks found a foundation, pieces of the house lodged in other houses, and scattered fires in trees and shit. Parts of the house were found blocks away. And that's how I learned about the mafia. From what I remember of the story, the dude had tried to leave the mafia but they found him and some people were sent to his house. He had taken his wife and kids to the movies when his house became a prequel for the movie "Up!" Those shitball fuckers were apparently ok with his wife, two daughters and his son being collateral damage. I never got an answer to what the hell would make a house disintegrate that quick. It's probably best if I didn't know. The lot was listed as For Sale shortly thereafter.
Are you telling me that you never put a small propane bottle in a fire before? Gas vapours are deadly. I jerry can with only a little bit of gas in it is way more deadly then a full can.
I'm dumb but not stupid. I have, however, put a paint can in a fire. That shit BLOWS. Without a doubt the most powerful explosion I have been near. If you wanna create a bomb, that's fuckin how.
We used to go up into the mountains in some logged out areas to go shooting. We'd take a bunch of used, small camping propane/butane tanks (those little green ones). There was a standing order out to all of our friends that we wanted any and all old "empty" propane tanks of any size that they were going to throw out. We'd find some sort of stump that had a natural hollowed out pocket in it, and we'd put those little propane tanks into it and then take long distance pock shots at it with our big iron... we're talking 400-600 yards with a .30-06 or bigger. You would be fucking amazed at how high one of those little bottles will fly when they explode. The scariest one actually flew up and towards us, landing behind us about 50 yards. We were amazed, and of course we tried to do it again, but to no avail.
I really need to move. Y'all are probably somewhat familiar with the video cameras and ongoing battles with the neighbors my landlord has. I've never mentioned the parking situation. The house has room in the driveway for 2 vehicles. When I moved in there were 4 people and 4 vehicles. 2 of us parked on the street, no problem. Fast forward to today...now there are 5 people and 7 vehicles, which means we have 5 fucking cars parked on the street. That pretty much makes our house the asshole of the neighborhood. My landlord has no problem with complaining about the neighbors and "All their cars"...all 3 of them and completely ignoring the fact that we take up all the available parking. So, I came home today and there was nowhere for me to park. I ended up parking 6 houses away because one of the neighbors emptied their driveway and parked where I usually do with their 3 cars. I wasn't happy about it, but I figured they're probably having a party or something, they're usually pretty cool about everything. My landlord jumped my shit about why I didn't park in front of their house because "They did that on purpose!" I just looked at him. Yeah, I'm going to take the advice of the guy that can't get along with any of his neighbors. Turns out, they are having a party. Tomorrow I'll have my parking space back and with no escalated problems with the neighbors. I honestly can't put up with much more of this bullshit.
Wait.... "landlord"???? Last you mentioned, this was "gay roommates" who in my head just naturally fulfilled all the stereotypes because of course they did. So now your bruce jenners own the damn place too? Way to bury the lead.
Did you somehow think I owned the place and let them pull all their bullshit with the neighbors? I would've nuked these fuckers the first time they pissed the neighbors off if I owned the place. As it is, I just deal with it because it serves my purpose of living cheaply and getting my land paid off in a hurry. A girl I work with wants me to move in with her, but...I already know that is a horrible idea. She's my friend, but that's to much togetherness. Not to mention she's got her own problems with neighbors (That seems to be a thing with people in this town.) She's Mexican and apparently her neighbors have a problem with that and keep yelling at her that Trump is going to deport her. I just want to be left the fuck alone, pay off my property, and get the hell out of this town, not deal with a bunch of bullshit.
Some idiot we were camping with once threw a can of baked beans in a neighbouring campfire, discretely. It exploded out from the coals like an RPG careening directly between two conversing people and hitting a tree stump, deflecting at least fifteen feet into the air before landing. It was the damndest thing. ...I'm glad I no longer associate with drunk maggots that do stupid shit like that for kicks. It was an insane stroke of luck nobody was seriously hurt. When I DJ'ed at a party campground these guys who loved their mind-altering substances would put pieces of magnesium in their campfire to make that incredible mini-sun that it creates so they could trip out in the later hours. It lit up the back half of the campground like a fucking toolshed-sized bug zapper whenever they did it, too. Well, they kept making the chunks bigger, which got dangerous fast. Then they panicked and to try and put it out by shooting it with the garden hose. When you add water to heated magnesium, it creates hydrogen. Murphy's Law time, kiddies: Ka-Boom. Chunks of red-hot fire logs rained down on their campsite, tents, and cars. The fire pit was now just a foot-deep crater in the ground. Then they were thrown out.
Mexican girls are good in the sack. But they get knocked up if you so much as look at them funny. I'd say go for it.
The cool thing about learning not to give a fuck? I was at the Minn-Wisconsin game and was heckling the goalie all night long in the student section and really enjoyed myself. I broke out every profanity and insult I knew. I was far from Minnesota nice and it was cool
I'm to old to deal with raising another one. I'd be 71 when the kid hit 16, I can only imagine how grouchy and disagreeable I'll be at that age. Speaking of throwing shit in fires...did you know old air cooled VW engine cases were made of magnesium? We used to throw those fuckers in the fire and before long you'd have an actual white hot lump lighting up the countryside. Also, one time we were standing around a fire and one of my brilliant friends threw a box of .357 shells in the fire. Bang, bang, bang and then something hit me in the chest. No one believed me. The next day I was digging in my pocket for my lighter and pulled out the bullet. It had hit my chest and dropped into my pocket.
Because bullets in a campfire are not lethal. In MythBusters episode 85 they dropped a box of bullets with varying calibers directly into an open fire. While many of the bullets immediately discharged, it appeared that none of the bullets could be lethal. Most of the damage was being dealt by the shell casings, which could not travel fast enough to be lethal. A less entertaining video than MythBusters from SAAMI regarding the subject: