Today’s award goes to an unnamed teenager in Kingwood, Texas. He and a friend decided to “blow up turtles”; so they concocted what’s coyly referred to as a “combustible mixture” and set out to the local bayou. Our hero decided to carry the “combustible mixture” in a safe place – namely, his trouser pocket.
Unfortunately, he also decided to smoke a cigar while walking – and he didn’t watch where the hot ash from the cigar happened to fall. Need I say what happened next?
My older sister (a nurse) used to wearily complain that teenagers seemed to think they were invincible, invulnerable and infertile. Now that his “combustible mixture” has detonated in his trouser pocket, our hero doofus may indeed be at least the latter – albeit (demonstrably) neither of the former!
Peter
Goodness gracious, great balls of fire!
It had to be said.
His Mom should have warned him about the dangers of smoking. . .
Ouch, I'm betting THAT left a mark!!!
Turtles everywhere are laughing tonight.
Hey Murph,
Are those Ninja Turtles you're referring to?
I too was invincible until the first tracers started flying.
MCopenwont
With hope, it destroyed his 'pee pee' too. I love these self-limiting Darwin moments…
Remove all warning labels and let Darwin sort it out.