when i was a kid in chi-town, during the summers in the complex i lived in(ok,ok damnit..projects!) the kids in the neighborhood used to race around the parking lot (since it was circular, with one road leading in/out) as fast as we could go on our dirt bikes.
one day instead of racing we decided to lay down some used motor oil this guy had left in the parking lot after changing his oil in a milk jug. mind you it was summer time and this day had to be damn close to 100 degrees. what we did was slide as far as we could (ghetto drifting) and stay on both wheels.
we laid the oil down and forgot about it and went playing. a ferw hours later we came back with bikes and began sliding. i tok my turn and when i did i fell off my bike landed on the asphalt and oil and burned the skin off the right calf...
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6th grade i decide to make a bomb in my room......i get a bunch of firecrakkers and empty the gun powder out in to a thick green glass bottle. when i had the lower end of the bottle filled i lit a match and dropped it into the bottle. the bottle didnt explode but the flames and fire flew straight outta the opening of the bottle and burned my eyebrows nearly off. for the next few hours i smelled burnt hair.
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my dad was in the army and once while i was in elementary school i recall him bringing an M-16 magazine home with him. i took one of the .223 rounds to show to a friend. he had the bright idea of seeing if we could smash the back ofg the round and make the bullet fly out. we took it to his garage and got a hammer and took turns hitting the back of the round. needless to say it went off, the bullet went through his dads lawn mower gas tank and it started a fire...the garage burned down. we never told them what happened 'cause we ran to my house after we couldnt put out the fire. i took the shell and threw it in a creekbed behind his house while we ran to my house to call the fire dept. this is an example:
Originally Posted by ahmonrah
when i was a kid in chi-town, during the summers in the complex i lived in(ok,ok damnit..projects!) the kids in the neighborhood used to race around the parking lot (since it was circular, with one road leading in/out) as fast as we could go on our dirt bikes.
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