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RE: Showed Up To Work Drunk and I Don't Get It Either

in #life6 years ago

Shitty job, but someone had to do it. Good thing I was there because uncle was using a lit propane torch to light the fuses, half drunk, and not really paying attention. He lit one accidentally, by running the flame alongside the stick of explosive goodness. That one made one hell of a bang. I suggest nobody tries it. I save the lightning bolt hurling for those occasions when I can't seem to move.

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And it becomes part of the family lore. I read this and remembered my dad talking about when they could buy dynamite. Something about blasting a pit for an outhouse and running in terror.