You wussies. My brother has you all beat, and maybe even me. I'll start with my story, because it's less interesting.I was in Aviation class. It was boring because our teacher was a complete dumbass. So, at some point (week 2?) the class became a butts-up game right outside the room for the rest of the quarter. One day, when it was raining and we couldn't go out, a buddy and I sat in the back of the room. We took some Silly Putty, and stuck it to the bottom of a plastic chair (assuming it was inflammable). We lit the Silly Putty up because I wanted to show him that it was flammable. Keep in mind the teacher is attempting to teach at this time, merely 12 feet away.
So, the Silly Putty is starting to burn, and my friend (Chris) is saying that it was pretty cool. We thought that it would burn out, but it didn't. The back of the chair started on fire, with a healthy smoke billowing out of the back of the room. We had to kick the Silly Putty off the chair, onto the ground, and stomp it out.
The teacher realized it was getting smokey in the room (as did everybody else) and came back to investigate. We had to admit it was us that created the smoke. He took us out of the room and we had to explain what we were doing. We stood there talking to him and he asked what we did. Chris tells him that we stole some acid from chemistry class and put some on some Silly Putty and it started smoking.
That was a good enough explanation for the teacher (told you he was dumb) and he sent us back into the room. We opened up the door to the outside world, aired out the room, and got on with class.
Scott Free
I'll tell you all my brother's story later. This post is too long and I have things to do. I'll tell you, though, his beats mine.
