Eva wrote:Cliff Hanger wrote:J_B wrote:Bourbon and beer, interesting combo.
Speaking of which, here's my latest idiot move. I didn't eat much yesterday, mostly fruit and some homemade turkey/bean soup for dinner. While cooking dinner, I poured a fairly large glass of white wine. I can't remember the last time a single glass of wine sent me flying, but I was asleep on the couch by 9:00. I woke up long enough to go to bed and slept until the alarm went off at 6:00. Best night's sleep I've had in ages. Hmmmm, maybe it wasn't so idiotic after all.
That sounds delightful actually. No Idiocy here.
Yeah, what a faker. Let's kick her out. :wink:
Well, oh yeah? hrumph! I'll show you, I'll do something fantastically idiotic and come back here and be the biggest idiot on the block. ([size=7]so there [/size])
Well CH if locking your keys in the car is idiotic what's burning a sodding house down lighting a fag.
So I wouldn't get too thrilled if I was you.An idiot with my qualifications is liable to make errors of judgement.
Wasn't exactly burning down a house, but one of my teenage super idiocies involved a helluva fire. I worked a few summers on a dude ranch in Idaho's High Desert. A weekly feature for the guests was called the "Starlight Ride" - as the name implies, it took place at night. Up at the top of a high bluff, there'd be a big chuckwagon dinner and a huge bonfire. One of the jobs of the kids who worked there was to get the bonfire going about a half hour or so before the guests arrived, and to keep it stocked with wood throughout the evening into the wee hours as the guests pigged out on "Real Cowboy Food" and sang and so forth. Anyhow, the bonfire was in this big pit, and was built up out of some pretty good sized logs (which, of course,we kids felled, cut, hauled, and stacked during the week). One Friday night, we'd gotten distracted, plaing cards and paying no attention to the time. Alluva sudden, somebody realized the guests would be arriving in a few minutes and the bonfire hadn't been lit yet. Well, normal practice was to splash a little kerosene onto the logs and light it. In a time bind, and figuring that if a little kerosene got the job done in about a half hour, we came up with the idea a buncha gasoline would get the job done a lot quicker. A couple 5 Gallon gas sjust happened to be handy, strapped to the back of the jeeps we drove up there in. Now, this log pile was prolly about 10, mebbe 12 feet wide, and as long, and 3 or 4 feet high. We doused it good with the gas, using all of it. About the only smart thing we did was light it from a fair distance, by tying a bit of gas-soaked rag to a rock, lighting it, and tossing it at the pile. I don't remember hearing anything, though I'm told the "Kaaa-Whooompph" spooked critters for miles around. I do remember this incredibly bright, yellow-orange flash, a wave of major heat, and a real kick-ya-in-the-chest-and-knock-ya-down concussion. Laying there, staring up at this blossoming fireball climbing toward the stars, dripping blazing lumber, we realized our solution had not been all that good an idea.
That' exactly what I would have done if I had been idiotic enough to work on a dude ranch.It was the idiot who allowed idiots like you anywhere near 10 gallons of gas who's in front in this competition.
timberlandko wrote: Laying there, staring up at this blossoming fireball climbing toward the stars, dripping blazing lumber, we realized our solution had not been all that good an idea.
Mr. Landko, had you died from this event it would have been tragic. Because you lived with minimal damage, you are an Idiot of supreme measure.
I don't like to pit the other Idiots against one another by making it a competition, but you have broken loose from the pack.
