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It can’t be 4th of July without a dose of firework fails

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When I was 14, my friend’s dad told us that we had to get rid of a dead calf out in their field.  So like logical teenagers, we took apart 25 m-80’s and dumped all of the powder into a stick of PVC pipe.  For anyone who doesn’t like blowing shit up, that’s roughly 5 sticks of dynamite combined.  Anyway, we stuffed this pipe bomb into the dead calf’s mouth and ran away.  That was the dumbest yet coolest thing I’ve done with explosives.  Seeing a crater appear in a field is pretty sweet, but being covered in pieces of dead cow brain…not so much.  So now,  every time I see a good firework fail, I think of that story.  We kind of bonded just now.

REGRETFULMORNING Writer
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