CreamyGoodness
Well-Known Member
My younger cousin told me that earlier this summer he went camping with some friends. Instead of using a pot or any other vessel to heat up some pork and beans, the put the cans right in the fire. They had a couple million Bud Lights and fell asleep in their tents (one guy fell asleep in a camp chair).
The cans exploded.
The guy in the camp chair had the rude awakening of 350-degree beans in a molten tomato sauce splashing his arms, legs and one cheek (his hat shielded his eyes and face from most of the beans). Of course they all come out to see what is going on. It looks like a crime scene with beans everywhere and a buddy jumping around shouting expletives. When they figure out what had happened, still good and drunk they start laughing at the poor fellow's misfortune. The laughter dies down when they hear a hissing sound coming from the fire. They all turn to see the other can go off, getting them all.
I am imagining this and replaying it in my head and I laugh so hard each time. What a bunch of wingnuts.
The cans exploded.
The guy in the camp chair had the rude awakening of 350-degree beans in a molten tomato sauce splashing his arms, legs and one cheek (his hat shielded his eyes and face from most of the beans). Of course they all come out to see what is going on. It looks like a crime scene with beans everywhere and a buddy jumping around shouting expletives. When they figure out what had happened, still good and drunk they start laughing at the poor fellow's misfortune. The laughter dies down when they hear a hissing sound coming from the fire. They all turn to see the other can go off, getting them all.
I am imagining this and replaying it in my head and I laugh so hard each time. What a bunch of wingnuts.