Have You Ever Set Fire To Anyone?

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― I Oppose All Rock and Roll (noodle vague), Monday, 12 September 2005 14:48 (twenty years ago)

It might not actually be a joke.

― Ned Raggett (Ned), Monday, 12 September 2005 14:49 (twenty years ago)

I burned my fringe off lighting a spliff from a cooker ring once. I've probably stabbed people with lit cigarettes plenty of times. I don't remember actually going the full Joan of Arc.

― I Oppose All Rock and Roll (noodle vague), Monday, 12 September 2005 14:50 (twenty years ago)

yes, the leg hair of a hairy friend.

― ryan (ryan), Monday, 12 September 2005 14:58 (twenty years ago)

I have put out more fires than I have set. This is all I expect of myself because, well, I have very low standards.

― M. V. (M.V.), Monday, 12 September 2005 15:04 (twenty years ago)

I used to have an unnerving (for other people) habit of burning holes in their t-shirt sleeves with lit cigarettes. Being that I don't smoke, I'd nonetheless snatch a cig from my friend Rob (who was trying to quit at the time....this was my way of helping him), light it. "Hotbox" it. Get bored, and then mis-use it to by burning holes in friends' t-shirts. This was generally after five or six drinks, of course. As such, occaissionally I'd hit skin. Consequences would invariably ensue.

― Alex in NYC (vassifer), Monday, 12 September 2005 15:34 (twenty years ago)

My brother was once playing around with a lighter and one of those tiny canisters of binaca breath spray, making little minty fireballs. He turned to my friend Naomi to show her, but the nozzle was pointed the wrong direction and he set her sweater on fire. Hilarious.

― elmo (allocryptic), Monday, 12 September 2005 15:35 (twenty years ago)

I almost immolated my own mother once at a long-defunct Native American restaurant on the Upper West Side called Silverbird's. I'd ordered a Buffallo burger (I don't recommend it....it's like chewing on a Goodyear tire). Mom, meanwhile, ordered some flamboyant turkey dish that arrived with a little fire pot (ala fondue) under the platter. Trouble was, the flame was a bit too big. Being the brain-surgery-dabbled rocket scientists that I remain today, I decided to help Mom out by ....wait for it... blowing on it in an attempt to quell the flame. Well, guess what? That didn't work. In fact, quite the opposite occured, and from a far it looked like I was breathing fire on my Mom's unsuspecting face. Mercifully, no one got hurt, but had she been sitting closer, it might've been very ugly.

― Alex in NYC (vassifer), Monday, 12 September 2005 15:41 (twenty years ago)

When I was about 14, me and a coupla friends used to spray hair spray on our hands and then light them aflame. We would then shake our hands furiously to make the fire go out.

One time I must have put too much on, and so it wouldn't go out, no matter how hard I shook. Luckily I was a quick-thinking lad, and so I shoved my hand into my friend's toilet. Saved! And only a little singed.

We were bored and sex-deprived, obviously.

― stewart downes (sdownes), Monday, 12 September 2005 15:42 (twenty years ago)

I just hope none of you pyros also wet the bed and torture small animals because you know what that "triad" of symptoms means...

― Dr. MacDonald, Monday, 12 September 2005 20:25 (twenty years ago)

Setting fire to your leg hair with a lighter is a surprisingly pleasant diversion.

― chap who would dare to thwart the revolution (chap), Monday, 12 September 2005 20:29 (twenty years ago)

Big Black to thread.

― The Ghost of Black Elegance (Dan Perry), Monday, 12 September 2005 20:37 (twenty years ago)

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