11-18-2006, 03:33 AM
Another Pyro story:
This one involves the same firepit mentioned above.
We were doing renovations on the house we were staying in. It was part of the reason we bought the house. Just to fix it up and resell it.
So we had just finished ripping out pretty much the entire second floor and had a big pile of old wood stacked in the firepit.
So I drove down to the gas station and filled up our little 2 gallon gas can with gas.
When I got back I poured about 2/3 of it on this pile of wood and made a trail of gas out a ways (probably 3-4 ft) so we could light it safely and get back.
Baker grabs a handful of dry grass and puts it on the end of this little trail and turns and walks over to the table where he has set the matches.
So I pour more gas on the pile of grass he has put down and turn and walk away to get the gas can safely out of the way.
Unbeknownst to me, Baker lays down next to this pile of grass and lights the match. All I hear is a big swooshing sound as this pile goes up.
I turn around and Baker is rolling on the grass about 25-30 ft away from the pile. I get over to him and his eyebrows are completely gone and half of his hair is singed. I ask him if he is ok and he looks up at me with a look that had to be the epitome of fear and says "I think so". So I get him up on his feet, check him over for burns and don't find any. Only his hair had been singed and eyebrows gone.
I ask him what the fuck he did and he tells me that he only had 1 match and didn't want it to blow out so he laid down next to the pile of grass to light it.
I just shook my head and laughed at him. He had to shave his head because of that.
This one involves the same firepit mentioned above.
We were doing renovations on the house we were staying in. It was part of the reason we bought the house. Just to fix it up and resell it.
So we had just finished ripping out pretty much the entire second floor and had a big pile of old wood stacked in the firepit.
So I drove down to the gas station and filled up our little 2 gallon gas can with gas.
When I got back I poured about 2/3 of it on this pile of wood and made a trail of gas out a ways (probably 3-4 ft) so we could light it safely and get back.
Baker grabs a handful of dry grass and puts it on the end of this little trail and turns and walks over to the table where he has set the matches.
So I pour more gas on the pile of grass he has put down and turn and walk away to get the gas can safely out of the way.
Unbeknownst to me, Baker lays down next to this pile of grass and lights the match. All I hear is a big swooshing sound as this pile goes up.
I turn around and Baker is rolling on the grass about 25-30 ft away from the pile. I get over to him and his eyebrows are completely gone and half of his hair is singed. I ask him if he is ok and he looks up at me with a look that had to be the epitome of fear and says "I think so". So I get him up on his feet, check him over for burns and don't find any. Only his hair had been singed and eyebrows gone.
I ask him what the fuck he did and he tells me that he only had 1 match and didn't want it to blow out so he laid down next to the pile of grass to light it.
I just shook my head and laughed at him. He had to shave his head because of that.