Posts Tagged ‘dry ice’
Good Times, Man, Good Times – Part 1
While there are people out there who just love to blow stuff up, I’m more of the practical joke variety myself. Though I don’t need explosives, I’m more than happy to jury rig something. My father got us some Omaha steaks one Christmas and the dry ice can fuel many a coke-bottle-bomb.
It’s best when you can have this kind of fun with your friends – a group of folks just having a good time. But there’s also a lot to be said when a friend gets to participate unwittingly.
Now, I’m the first to say that if you drink yourself into a state where you don’t know what’s going on around you, that’s your own problem. You could wake up with a wet bed from the old hand-in-warm-water trick. Or get a face full of shaving cream – be sure your friends didn’t load your palms with the stuff before they woke you up. You could wake and find your bed/cot/whatever suspended twelve feet in the air between two trees – and if you were drinking the night before, you likely aren’t on you’re A-game, so you probably didn’t figure that one out until you hit the ground. You could even wake up duct taped to a tree. Worse, you could come around to find any one of these things has happened, and you’re naked, wearing a black-permanent-marker pirate face, and it’s posted on Youtube.
No, don’t blame me for any of those. If you drank so much you don’t remember, then that’s your own fault. In fact, my group of friends knows to stay sober or take what you get.
