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  • Azariel
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    Originally posted by PsychicWarVeteran
    We also used to make flamethrowers out of a spray bottle, gasoline and a Bic lighter. Ah, good times! Good, insane times!
    Ha! In Middle School we'd use hairspray bottles as flamethrowers and "burn" our names into gym lockers. We tried it as well in school buses (the ones with those hideous green seats) - trust me, it smelled pretty bad. A can of Raid also made a fine flamethrower when burning ant hills - I still recall watching flame-drenched ants running off only to explode! What a wicked childhood I had, which ended when I burned the side of my thumb (no burn scars, just intense heat like liquified skin), thus ending my pyromaniac days. And the world is better off for it! :lol:

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  • Azariel
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    Originally posted by lemec
    geeez, ya deep fryer wounds are fun too, like lightsabre burns. :lol:
    Funny you mention that, I've worked with a deep fryer as well! Well, I haven't burned myself yet, I'm more cautious about it that the slicer, which is odd.

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  • lemec
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    Originally posted by Azariel
    I work as a deli clerk and one time I sliced some tomatoes on the slicer, felt a sudden jerk. . . I looked down, the hand catching the tomato slices beneath had gotten to close and cut off half my thumb nail - it didn't hurt, or feel it, just a feeling something was wrong. Being a real macho man, I ripped the loose nail off and just took my lighter to burn the wound shut, wrapped it up and back to work in ten minutes flat! Either I'm dedicated or mad! :D
    geeez, ya deep fryer wounds are fun too, like lightsabre burns. :lol:

    the only scar I have,well of any significant, is from a misplaced knife resulting in a one inch scar on my right forefinger. I was on my way out the door so I did not tell anyone about it and wrapped a paper towel around it and took off. I guess I did not need stitches,maybe I did and just got lucky it closed,hehe. That was some sharp knife, Conan would be proud, nice clean cut, surgical almost. :D

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  • lemec
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    Originally posted by PsychicWarVeteran
    Originally posted by lemec
    I had a roman candle firework go off an inch from my face, barely avoided that one, turned just in time. ;)
    To give you an idea what kind of childhood I had, we used to have battles in which we would fire Roman Candles at each other (from a minimum distance of 25 feet, mind). Those little flaming balls just bounce right off of a heavy jean jacket, but if one lands in your hair... :shake: We also used to make flamethrowers out of a spray bottle, gasoline and a Bic lighter. Ah, good times! Good, insane times!
    hehe. ya, youth is blessed. amazing some of us are still alive after crazy fun like that. firecrackers were great for exploding spaceship models and the like, never really got to the point of making flame throwers, but someone I knew blew up my old toilet after we took it outside. ;)

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  • Azariel
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    I work as a deli clerk and one time I sliced some tomatoes on the slicer, felt a sudden jerk. . . I looked down, the hand catching the tomato slices beneath had gotten to close and cut off half my thumb nail - it didn't hurt, or feel it, just a feeling something was wrong. Being a real macho man, I ripped the loose nail off and just took my lighter to burn the wound shut, wrapped it up and back to work in ten minutes flat! Either I'm dedicated or mad! :D

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  • Talisant
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    Why did the chicken cross the road?
    To get away from those damn-fool kids!

    I'm not going to post the rules for the "bullet" game
    or for the "match head" game,
    suffice it to say,

    WHAT THE HELL WAS I THINKING? :)

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  • PsychicWarVeteran
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    Originally posted by lemec
    I had a roman candle firework go off an inch from my face, barely avoided that one, turned just in time. ;)
    To give you an idea what kind of childhood I had, we used to have battles in which we would fire Roman Candles at each other (from a minimum distance of 25 feet, mind). Those little flaming balls just bounce right off of a heavy jean jacket, but if one lands in your hair... :shake: We also used to make flamethrowers out of a spray bottle, gasoline and a Bic lighter. Ah, good times! Good, insane times!

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  • lemec
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    demos99 wrote:
    *Why do I have the feeling that this thread will turn into an online version of that scene from Jaws where they compare old wounds?
    or like in the 'Chasing Amy' scene inspired by 'Jaws' :lol:

    it would be funny if the eternal champions got together to compare old wounds,hehe,they would probaly have some of the same ones.

    anyway, back to the topic,

    I avoided a nasty auto collision once that could have been deadly, but that was not that big of a deal.

    I had a roman candle firework go off an inch from my face, barely avoided that one, turned just in time. ;)

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  • Hawksun
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    When I was born, the umbilical cord was wrapped round my neck, and my mother had to have a caesarian (sp?) to get me out. Not long after, I had a fit caused by oxygen starvation.
    The fact that my mother and I are alive and well, and I have the mental capacity to write this, is incredible good fortune.

    On the subject of scars, I have two big ones on my feet an lower calves from a series of operations to correct my clubbed feet.

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  • David Mosley
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    On the subject of childhood injuries*, when I was three I managed to sever the top of my left thumb in the front garden gate (I stuck my thumb in the hinged side of the gate and pushed... ). I vaguely recall being put in the pram (this was in the days before my parents had a car) with my mangled thumb wrapped in a (bloody) tea towel and taken to hospital.

    The surgeons managed to reattach the top of my thumb, but to this day my left thumb is a quarter-of-an-inch *longer* than my right!



    *Why do I have the feeling that this thread will turn into an online version of that scene from Jaws where they compare old wounds? :D

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  • Guest's Avatar
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    never run with pencils!

    It was around christmas time, I was only about three years old and my parents had gone christmas shopping leaving me with my nana. When they came back I was so excited that I ran to meet them at the door, clutching a pencil I had been drawing with, I tripped over the carpet and the pencil ended up embeded in my eye socket a small fraction away from my eyeball!
    Although I have absolutely no memory of the incident I do feel I was rather lucky not to have lost my site or worse it actually killing me. 8O

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  • Poetgrrl
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    nothing close to death for me or my friends but...

    we almost lost my son. :( he picked up a snack bar off the counter and started snacking on it while at his Grandmom's house. and he choked on it. she saved him with the Heimlich (sp?) maneuver after quite a while of trying. he had speckles and spots on his face from the crying so hard afterwards. and frankly, if it were me in her place, i'm not sure if i would have known how to do it right. god bless ellen, all i can say.

    life sure does look different being a mom.

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  • Doc
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    Originally posted by PsychicWarVeteran
    Was out hiking with a couple friends on Sinclair Island (in the San Juans) and heard gunshots. Someone was hunting on the island (highly illegal). Next thing we know, the shots are immediately being followed by the whizz of bullets coming frighteningly close to us -- maybe 20 feet off!
    What is it they say about idiots and guns? :roll: :)

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  • Azariel
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    My father slid his car during a winter and crashed into the back of a 18-wheeler with the car stopping a foot away from the back bumber of the truck! 8O

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  • PsychicWarVeteran
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    Oo, oo! I just thought of one!

    Was out hiking with a couple friends on Sinclair Island (in the San Juans) and heard gunshots. Someone was hunting on the island (highly illegal). Next thing we know, the shots are immediately being followed by the whizz of bullets coming frighteningly close to us -- maybe 20 feet off!

    We screamed for them to cease fire and they did. Rather miffed, we went off in the direction from which the shots came, but never discovered who it was.

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