A friend of mine, I'll call him Cloyce just to give him a name, has one of the chiminea outdoor fireplaces. You know, the kind that is often made of pottery and looks like something the Aztecs would have used. Anyway, Cloyce goes to light it one night for a family gathering. Only he got impatient.
You see, he loaded it up with wood and then poured gasoline on it to get the fire started more quickly. Then he put his face right up to the opening as he lit a match. It hadn't occurred to him that gas fumes would have already been building up in the chimney of the thing.
With a powerful whoosh a flame shot from the opening, temporarily enveloping Cloyce's head. He was okay, although his eyebrows had been burnt off and half his hair was left charred. His eyes, thankfully, were saved harm because he had sunglasses on. But when he removed them, he looked like a raccoon because his face around the eyes and where the ear flaps were were unscarred.
Sometimes you wonder what a guy was thinking. Sometimes you wonder if he was thinking at all.
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