California teen loses his entire hand during stupid game outside In-N-Out Burger

ISP cash cow said:
Hands up, who has done something like this?
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Eights years old, I found out about a hollow cupboard key, match head sulphur and a nail that fits snugly into the key. You were mean to throw it, it would go bang. My setup didn't, so I took a hammer ... and blew up a finger.

Since then I was more careful when experimenting, moving on to things like launching VW wheelcaps into the N-th dimension with a pipe bomb, evacuating ~15cm of soil from the event location in the process etc. One lesson learnt was to not do the bigger adventurous things when folks of authority (aka parents in this case) were about to preserve my buttocks. In this learning event a half brick caused severe deformation to a small shed in the chicken coop. The chickens didn't lay eggs for a few days. In fairness, I never expected it to travel ~200m. The authority did not accept my failed science view.

I can fully understand how this happens when you've not had proper grounding in the art of the BOOM. Safety first!
 
¯\_(ツ)_/¯ said:
Eights years old, I found out about a hollow cupboard key, match head sulphur and a nail that fits snugly into the key. You were mean to throw it, it would go bang. My setup didn't, so I took a hammer ... and blew up a finger.

Since then I was more careful when experimenting, moving on to things like launching VW wheelcaps into the N-th dimension with a pipe bomb, evacuating ~15cm of soil from the event location in the process etc. One lesson learnt was to not do the bigger adventurous things when folks of authority (aka parents in this case) were about to preserve my buttocks. In this learning event a half brick caused severe deformation to a small shed in the chicken coop. The chickens didn't lay eggs for a few days. In fairness, I never expected it to travel ~200m. The authority did not accept my failed science view.

I can fully understand how this happens when you've not had proper grounding in the art of the BOOM. Safety first!
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My favorite k@kmaak arsenals were rarely the big boom stuff like f**ing with propane gas that could get you into deep k@k and kill the party (or someone) overnight, but the more refined and sustainable sh*t you could afford and repeat ad nauseam for maximum experimentation pleasure.

Like finding out a spent 223 bullet cartridge, of which you have about 5000, of course, is the exact same diameter as a certain large cheap-ish cracker that had a sulphur head you could light on a matchbox... and both those fit perfectly inside the inner tube/cylinder of a bicycle pump. Turning a spent bullet casing into a bullet and raining whistling brass all over the neighborhood is something I'd pay good money for to do again. That was probably my favorite, well that and the fact that my dad worked for the dept. of Agriculture and when the cattle sperm deliveries are done someone had to periodically dispose of those 20KG+ boxes filled with dry ice.... my god, the experiments that came out of that.... my skooltas used to be in permanent deep freeze for how many days it took each time to use up all the ice.

We also had that phase where it was considered cool to disassemble .22 ammo and press the casing into the underside of your school shoe's rubber heel, so you could decide to stamp on your feet and let all hell break loose when that primer fires on a skoolstoep... that was until Marius lost his eye from a tiny red-hot piece of brass flying out.
 
RaptorSA said:
My favorite k@kmaak arsenals were rarely the big boom stuff like f**ing with propane gas that could get you into deep k@k and kill the party (or someone) overnight, but the more refined and sustainable sh*t you could afford and repeat ad nauseam for maximum experimentation pleasure.
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A lot can be said for a freezer bag an ~25% to 25% acetylene, the rest oxygen, tied off with string (NB), put on a solid (not gravel!) surface on top of a newspaper sheet of length of toiler paper. The set alight on the end. Just don't do it if your folks are having their Sunday afternoon sleep.
RaptorSA said:
Like finding out a spent 223 bullet cartridge, of which you have about 5000, of course, is the exact same diameter as a certain large cheap-ish cracker that had a sulphur head you could light on a matchbox... and both those fit perfectly inside the inner tube/cylinder of a bicycle pump. Turning a spent bullet casing into a bullet and raining whistling brass all over the neighborhood is something I'd pay good money for to do again.
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When my dad bought his farm, I suddenly had access to a workshop with all kinds of tools, also the farm scrap heap including things like tubing, galvanized water pipe, even steam tubing. Also access to the co-op if going with my dad to town. Where you experiment ended, mine continued. What if you close off the ends of the bicycle pump and put a slow fuse on it? What if you scale up? What if ...
RaptorSA said:
That was probably my favorite, well that and the fact that my dad worked for the dept. of Agriculture and when the cattle sperm deliveries are done someone had to periodically dispose of those 20KG+ boxes filled with dry ice.... my god, the experiments that came out of that.... my skooltas used to be in permanent deep freeze for how many days it took each time to use up all the ice.
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Before moving to the farm, I swear the ice cream guy with his bell on the bicycle made more out of dry ice sales on some days than ice cream. I'm sure he missed me when we moved to the farm :P
RaptorSA said:
We also had that phase where it was considered cool to disassemble .22 ammo and press the casing into the underside of your school shoe's rubber heel, so you could decide to stamp on your feet and let all hell break loose when that primer fires on a skoolstoep... that was until Marius lost his eye from a tiny red-hot piece of brass flying out.
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Ouch yes. You have to be careful how you approach these things.
 
RaptorSA said:
My favorite k@kmaak arsenals were rarely the big boom stuff like f**ing with propane gas that could get you into deep k@k and kill the party (or someone) overnight, but the more refined and sustainable sh*t you could afford and repeat ad nauseam for maximum experimentation pleasure.

Like finding out a spent 223 bullet cartridge, of which you have about 5000, of course, is the exact same diameter as a certain large cheap-ish cracker that had a sulphur head you could light on a matchbox... and both those fit perfectly inside the inner tube/cylinder of a bicycle pump. Turning a spent bullet casing into a bullet and raining whistling brass all over the neighborhood is something I'd pay good money for to do again. That was probably my favorite, well that and the fact that my dad worked for the dept. of Agriculture and when the cattle sperm deliveries are done someone had to periodically dispose of those 20KG+ boxes filled with dry ice.... my god, the experiments that came out of that.... my skooltas used to be in permanent deep freeze for how many days it took each time to use up all the ice.

We also had that phase where it was considered cool to disassemble .22 ammo and press the casing into the underside of your school shoe's rubber heel, so you could decide to stamp on your feet and let all hell break loose when that primer fires on a skoolstoep... that was until Marius lost his eye from a tiny red-hot piece of brass flying out.
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Ha another person who played with live ammo.

That is all I am going to say.
 
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