• @[email protected]
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      4210 months ago

      To be fair stop drop and roll is still good advice. You just don’t find yourself on fire that often.

      • @[email protected]
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        910 months ago

        The one time I did find myself on fire, I completely forgot about stop, drop, and roll. Instead I ran until I stumbled on the hillside, then shouted “am I still on fire?”

        Aaand that story is why I no longer fucks with charcoal grills.

        • Fishbone
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          310 months ago

          Caught my pants on fire from a welding spark and by the time I noticed, it was most of my leg on fire. Didn’t even think to stop drop and roll, I just took off my pants.

          Couple of points of advice:

          1. Don’t wear frayed clothing while welding.

          2. Fire can’t be seen through certain welding masks. If you feel warm, lift the fucking mask.

        • @[email protected]
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          310 months ago

          Wait you managed to light yourself on fire with a CHARCOAL grill?

          Did you put accelerant on it for some reason?

    • @[email protected]
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      2410 months ago

      He forgot to mention all the people just giving you drugs to get you addicted

      Fuckin’ D.A.R.E.

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        1410 months ago

        Omg I was so disappointed later on life to find out there are no free drug people. Fucking lame, they said it would be like a costco market.

      • @Worx
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        1110 months ago

        Even when I got to university and literally all but one of my friends smoked weed, I still wasn’t offered any. I don’t think my ‘friends’ liked me that much…

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          610 months ago

          Oh man. This is embarrassing, but in college I didn’t want to be in any one in-group (I also have some flavor of commitment issue), so I used to push my way into groups and cliques where I wasn’t invited. I’d wallow in the palpable social discomfort of “Who the fuck is this?” for quite some time till I got used to it. This was my main way to score “recreational flora”. I’d later turn some of them into friends maybe a couple months down the road, but thinking back on this now, I cringe into a black hole.

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      1110 months ago

      You could also use bees, as long as you had 5 of em. “Gimme 5 bees for a quarter” you’d say.

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        1310 months ago

        Kangaroos (aka “Roos”) were these awesome shoes with a little pocket in them.

        I got a pair about 13 years ago, long after they’d stopped being popular, and used them to hide my drugs in high school and college. They were awesome until I started hiding really bad drugs in there. Then they were just enabling me.