Steve's thread about the trailer got me thinking.
When I'm inflating the tires on mine, I always think of my childhood neighbor, pranking me. Perhaps coming up and pooping (popping) a balloon or something right as the pressure hit max.
When I was a teen, I was wiring the stereo in my 912.
I stepped away, only to turn around in horror.
Suddenly, smoke was BILLOWING out of the car.
IT'S REAL!!! IT'S ON FIRE!!! THERE'S SMOKE!!!! I WAS DOING ELECTRICAL!!!
I grabbed the fire extinguisher and ran with all my might.
There, was Darryl, laughing his a$$ off. He dropped a smoke bomb in the floorboard.
Mother F#$%~~~!!!!!
