OK, I'll admit to bein' a little stupid once concerning fires and gasoline. 40 or so years ago, I came home from work on a drizzly misting day, and thought today's the day to burn that big brush pile out at the edge of the yard without settin' the whole woods on fire. Poured about a quart of gasoline liberally over the pile, stood back about 20 yards, lit an M-80 and wailed it into the pile. What I didn't take into account were the particular atmospheric conditions of the overcast downdraft that kept the gas vapors close to the ground. The fireball blew clear back to me, relieving me of some of my eyebrows, mustache, part of my beard, and nearly all the hair on both arms.

Do not mess with gas!

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