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ok. im doing my science coursework at one ocklock in the morning. picking up some notes, i rest them against my lamp - it doesnt have a shade, its just a bulb.

. later i smelled burning.. and looking over at the lamp, there was a billow of smoke rising, and the paper was on fire! so grabbed the paper and held it out the window, but this fed the fire oxygen. not wanted to chuck it into the easily flammable garden below, i put it in a carboard shoebox. (i know, stupid). by now my room was full of smoke, and i was coughing... i thought the shoebox would stop the smoke, but it didnt. so i went ahead and chucked the paper out the window anyway, and then the shoebox released a HAIL of smoke, that just engulfed everything in my room. and all the while i dont want to wake my parents because its 1 in the morning... and here i am in my room, full of smoke, with my parents room next to me :)

it wasnt really a fire, just smouldering paper. but hell did it release a lot of smoke. anyway, afterwards i was bored so i picked up a floppy disc and placed it against the lamp... 10 seconds later and it had completely melted, warped with a terrible smoke rising...

so let this be a lesson to you! LAMPS GET VERY HOT! also, floppy discs are f'ing easy to melt.

have you got any tales of "i almost set my house on fire" or "i poked someone in the eye with a sparker" or "i set a firework off in my mates house and burnt down his neigbourhood" or something? you shouldnt play with fire but everyone does- evern if its just in a metaphorical sense.
 
I almost blew up the entire west coast of the United States. Thankfully, I was on the east coast at the time.
 
lol dude ... that sucks ... i set my bathing suit on fire when i was a little kid by putting it on top of a lamp because it was cold outside and i wanted to go swimming
 
Yeah, in the uk, I used to burned legos in my room, and it burned the paper trash, I was runing with it in the house, hehe, preety scary
 
when i was little i loved torturing acton figures. this one time i put a spider man figure in a plastic glass, filled it with water, put it in the freezer for ages, then when it was solid i took out the figure that was frozen in ice, rapped him in loads of paper bags, wrapped him in another layer of bandages (it was all i could find at the time) and buried him in the garden. i also allways like to torture my sweets... whenever i have jelly babies, i tend to poke them with paperclips and slowly rip their skin off leaving just the jelly inside. then i make all the other jelly babies watch as i eat their freinds. MUHAHAHAHA!!!

Just now i have a bugs bunny cuddly toy behind me. he is hanging by the neck from a shoelace, dangling from my raised bed like a deflated cartoon character. i call him suicidal bunny :)
 
Suicide42 said:
when i was little i loved torturing acton figures. this one time i put a spider man figure in a plastic glass, filled it with water, put it in the freezer for ages, then when it was solid i took out the figure that was frozen in ice, rapped him in loads of paper bags, wrapped him in another layer of bandages (it was all i could find at the time) and buried him in the garden. i also allways like to torture my sweets... whenever i have jelly babies, i tend to poke them with paperclips and slowly rip their skin off leaving just the jelly inside. then i make all the other jelly babies watch as i eat their freinds. MUHAHAHAHA!!!

Just now i have a bugs bunny cuddly toy behind me. he is hanging by the neck from a shoelace, dangling from my raised bed like a deflated cartoon character. i call him suicidal bunny :)

I should report you to the PETA. :D
 
i have a strange feeling i am somehow not... normal.

its OK to be cronically depressed isnt it? i mean, doesnt everyone feel that this world is a pointless spiral of birth and death, with nothing but incredibly boring and literally pointless yet terribly painful and stressful tests that lead you to the end of the road, be it, death?

by the way, i am in no way a goth, in fact, i hate goths. all they want to do is dommit suicide. i just wear black, stay inside all day talking on teh inteweb, staying up all night using my PC, playing fantasy RPGs that make me forget that this "reality" exists and listening to depressing songs that remind me how terribly crap this life is. but im not a goth. just because i torture my toys it doesnt mean i am cronically depressed... which i am, but lets not get into that.

STOP LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT!
 
Life is simply what you make it, sure you can view it that way.
 
The Thing said:
I almost blew up the entire west coast of the United States. Thankfully, I was on the east coast at the time.



LMAO


Man..that deserves a spot in my sig.
 
nofx said:
Life is simply what you make it, sure you can view it that way.

can i sig

Life is simply what you make it

edit: look at meh post count!

i r got teh thousand.©
 
oh, i know all about this... i burned a hole straight through a shirt when i was in the sixth grade...so now i never use lamps as coathangers anymore...
 
Well... I found out once that you shouldn't examine bugs and miscellaneous dirt-siftings shaken out onto a wad of newspaper, with a magnifying glass, at midday, in mid-summer, in the hot, dry desert...
 
When I was 5 I had a short, 1 foot chain that I liked to play with by swinging it around, like it was a whip or something. I had a very active imagination. Anyway, I also like to listen to cassette tapes, so I had a player in my bedroom. It was plugged in, but not all the way, so the plug was hanging out of the wall a bit. And I was swinging this chain around in circles in my room because I was bored. I started walking with it, and I swung it just right to get it caught on the plug. It sparked alot, I dropped the chain, ran out to mom and started crying.
Apparently she was already wondering what was going on because all the lights in the house flashed.
Later when I looked, cassette player was fried, and the cord had left burn marks on everything it touched.
I think I got lucky.
 
Suicide42 said:
when i was little i loved torturing acton figures. this one time i put a spider man figure in a plastic glass, filled it with water, put it in the freezer for ages, then when it was solid i took out the figure that was frozen in ice, rapped him in loads of paper bags, wrapped him in another layer of bandages (it was all i could find at the time) and buried him in the garden. i also allways like to torture my sweets... whenever i have jelly babies, i tend to poke them with paperclips and slowly rip their skin off leaving just the jelly inside. then i make all the other jelly babies watch as i eat their freinds. MUHAHAHAHA!!!

Just now i have a bugs bunny cuddly toy behind me. he is hanging by the neck from a shoelace, dangling from my raised bed like a deflated cartoon character. i call him suicidal bunny :)

Haha, I used to make playdoh men and torture/maim them :D

I'd pretend they were my tiny subjects that were bestowing various gifts upon me, and when they weren't (ever) good enough... :devil:

Also before I ate jellybeans I'd mush them together like they were two cars like on the "don't drink and drive" ad :E
 
I have another fire story :p

Sometimes when I was on my room to do homework (yeah right ;)) and I was bored I expirimented with fire. Things like spraying deodorant on a metal surface or spraying it into the toilet and then set the gasses on fire. And one time I thought it would be cool to spray some deo into my metal garbage bin. And then I set it on fire and as I expected a large flame came out, but I forgot to check the bin was really empty or not. And there was some paper that was burning. And the flames were becoming larger so I must do something quickly. So I threw it out of the window (thank god my parents weren't @ home). The fire went out fairly quick and I cleaned the garden. And then my father came home and I was on my room which still smelled like smoke. He came into my room and asked why he smelled smoke. And then I said:"Oh eh the neighbours were barbequeing and I forgot to close my window (it was open to get fresh air in). My weakest excuse ever but he said:"Oh, ok." :p
 
Oh yeah, there was that time me and this guy were throwing flaming toilet rolls off the fort at my old school's playground and nearly burnt this guy's house down...
 
you know what happens to a cheese slice when you put it on a light bulb? god, it REEKS! and it starts bubbling, while it fills the room with its highly offensive stench. god, my lightbuld was horribly scarred because of it.

lesson learned: Don't Put Cheese on a Lingthbulb!
 
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