Ahh...boredom...

[MinisterofDOOM]

Yeah, they do. I was heating up some metal and accidentally touched it with my right index finger. The fingerprint is melted in the shape of the metal now...

[Maverick7687]

MoD, seems like you get as bored at work as I do. I tend to make things like that at work, usually having to do with fire, me being the pyro that I am. I made a potato gun once, that thing was fun.. Used so much hairspray in it the ignitor melted on the inside by the fourth shot! Good times! Haha. I also carry a lighter everywhere I go, and have a few in my car.. I have never smoked a day in my life..

[PantherRacer]

Hey you ummm, might want to put that fire out before you stop to pose for pictures. Worst firefighters EVAR.

Nothing better than spraying bug spray all over your arm and lighting it on fire. Or writing something on a bathroom wall with it and lighting it at one end. Boy Scouts for the pyro win!

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[MinisterofDOOM]

FUNNY STORY if you're bored.I don't feel like making a whole new thread for this, so I'll just post it here:

Okay, I've run into some real dorks driving around my office downtown. But a guy tonight takes the friggin cake. I have to share the story.

I always seem to hit every single red light on the way through town while heading to work (I think it's around 11). I've never been one to just coast up to speed. I'm not a noisy idiot (not that my car's all that noisy--it just sounds great) but I generally leave the rest of the people at a light way behind. Probably because people around here are generally content to simply take their foot off the break and let the car do the work...

Anyway, get to one light (as usual, just as the other direction is turning yellow). My light goes green. I go. But some idiot in a damn ~1994 Camry 4 cylinder pulls out in front of me from the other direction--which means he ran his red.

That wouldn't have bothered me, but the idiot putted along at about 10 miles per hour. So I went around him. Here's where he get's really annoying. He's obviously been content to go slow as hell up to this point. But now that someone is faster than him, he's got to keep up. It's a race, right? Of course it is!

He pulls up next to me and looks over. I ignore him. The light turns green. I go. Camry-boy BOGS it, shifting into second gear WAY to soon, then makes a racket dropping back into first for a ricer flyby. He passes me at about 40 (speed limit is 30--which is where I let off) with an idiot "HAHAHA, you suck, I won teh race!" look on his face---staring BACK at me instead of watching the road.

We stop at the next light. I realize this kid thinks we're "racing." I just can't express how ****ing irritating these kinds of dip****s are. Again, I pretend he's not there. Remember--I'm driving casually (for me) and only complete MORON would take my driving as an invitation to "street race" (which is obviously what this kid thought was going on).

This goes on for two or three lights, and eventually I actually look at him. He's obviously at least part Asian (not being racist or anything, but around here, the Asian kids are the worst of the ricers for the most part). So I shoot him the GlareofDOOM (which, for people with half a brain, usually gets its message accross just fine--not Camryboi, though) mixed with the "Dude...it's a ****ing CAMRY" nose wrinkle of disgust.

He gives me the "Bring it dude. MY car's japanese!" look. Then I notice something that makes me laugh even more. His girlfriend. She looks like she's having the time or her life. More amusingly, she actually looks like she thinks this guys an uber-badass.

That's it. Window down. (His was already down).Me: Dude. Your ****ing mommymobile sounds like ****! (Which was oh-so-true.)

Camryboi: Blank stare.

Me: What the hell is your deal, dude? ****ing cut me off, and then you do ricer flyby's for the next four blocks? You must feel so ****ing cool."

Camryboi: Some comment about his car owning mine or something. I couldn't really understand him. Apparently he was as good at forming sentences as he was at using his brain.

Me: I hope your little girlfriend isn't impressed by that ****. Poor girl.

That pissed him off. A lot. He went off on some spiel about how I better not mess with his lady (lady...hahaha! They both looked about 17) because he doesn't like it. Something like that. I'm actually amazed I understood as much as I did of it.Then he said it.

Ready?

He said "Dude. That's it. ****ing race me then. You'll see."

I could no longer maintain the GlareofDOOM. I just laughed. Genuine laughter. It was excellent. So was his expression.

Once the laughter subsided I said simply:"Look ricer dude. I don't know where you got the idea that I was in the mood for your idiot street race. But I'm just trying to get to work. Jackass. Go find a civic to bother."

When the light turned green, Camryboi turned right. Hooray.

I can't even express half the stupidity of this kid here. If you'd seen his expressions, heard his car...heard the utter solemnity of the phrase "Race me then, you'll see."It was too much.

By the way, here's an example of the grocerysoccermobile this dork was "racing" me in.

The funniest part? Remember, I was driving nice and casually--trying to expel any ideas from the kids mind that I was there to race. Nothing above 3k rpms. And yet his little camry was making noises like it was about to explode...and getting ditched.What is it about these dip****s that makes the pull crap like this? It's so stupid it makes me want to cry.

What I want to know is: where the hell was a cop during all this? It would have been pure bliss to have seen this d!ck flagged down.

[nismofly]

call 911, report him...if they dont take you seriously, say "i think hes drunk" or something like that

i do it all the time, reporting ***hat drivers

my neighbors on the brass at the town PD, so in return they dont give me **** for my exhaust, since it looks stock and isnt that loud anyway