Whee! Today, we had a little fire safety demo to give us some idea of how to use a fire extinguisher...which, knock on wood, I've never actually needed to use. We gathered out in the parking lot, and the nice fireman lit a washtub of diesel fuel on fire. It made quite a nice flame, and we took turns pulling the pin out and spraying the flame down. The cool thing was everytime we put it out, he threw a match in the tub and it re-lit. Kinda scary, huh?
Of course, there were the requisite "Fire! Fire! Fire!" quotes from Beavis and Butthead. I miss B&B...I know it's weird for a woman to admit this, but I really do. Sometimes, you really do need just completely mindless entertainment. Nothing with a real message or meaning other than to make you laugh on the most base level. It's why scatalogical humor never goes out of style. Poop is funny. It's much more funny if whatever the poop is on or about is someone else's problem, but it's always funny on some level whether you want to admit it or not.
Now, if you will excuse me, it's time for my mindless entertainment. Wonder if we'll get to see Magnum without a shirt today?
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