Wednesday, July 28, 2010

This Will Not End Well

First it's all fun and games. Then someone loses an eye. Then it's a lawsuit. Good times. Good times.

6 comments:

Drake said...

Indoor fireworks, is there no evil those creepy clowns won't think of?!

Wings said...

Oh boy...

The Acrobatic Flea said...

Ahh, the halcyon days of my childhood and the always-entertaining seasonal combination of indoor fireworks and ceiling-strung paperchains!

If there wasn't some Christmas-themed fire scenario in our house then we could always guarantee getting gassed by the toxic smoke the fireworks produced when lit in enclosed spaces :-)

Oh, for the '70s again!

DrGoat said...

Back in the early sixties, we 11 yr. olds would trot down to Jensens Gun and Ammo shop, where they had no problem with selling us tuns of black (gun) powder. We made our own fireworks which went ok till we burned down most of the empty lot down the street. Ah, the good ole days.

Kal said...

I remember when I was building and firing model rockets that we could get our hands on black powder too but preferred to play around with those packaged rocket engines. More reliable and a bigger bang. Black powder was considered wimpy when it didn't propel our Luke Skywalker speeder along the wire fast enough.

We really did live in a much funner time didn't we? Parents still cared but they gave you every opportunity to blow your own thumb off because that would 'learn ya'.

Tempo said...

I know how this one ends...as a kid my older brother was lighting crackers then pinching off the wick as it burned down...I thought I'd do it as well. But got it wrong, jumped up to throw the large cracker out the door but it went off in my hand. Lucky not to lose a finger or two but my parents stormed into the room and gave me such a wooping.. My ass was sore for a week.
Dont use indoor fireworks kids...they give you a sore ass.