Greetings. So I had the fortune (I am not sure if it was good or bad) of hanging out with Brian J this past weekend and it happened to lead to one of the funniest things that I have ever seen.
First, I will start a little history. For those of us who are in the know, Mr. J has had a long standing history of keeping his garage stocked with beverages. This supply was affectionately referred to as The Stash back in our youth and some people consistently tried to persuade Brian to dip into The Stash to quench their thirsts. (By the way, if anyone has a craving for Diet Rite, I'm pretty sure I saw at least twenty twelve packs in their garage this weekend. I know Joel will let you have a can or two if you pay him a visit.) Of course, Brian never obliged any of the requests and alternate methods were used to quench the thirst of the people in question.
Well, this past weekend, Brian was in town to help Mr. J clean out the garage and Mar and I were the lucky beneficiaries of a couple cases of wine. One red, one white and of course, a box of Franzia which I will keep for a special day. During the cleaning out of the garage, there were several treasures that were found, including a priceless hubcap from the Beast. Let me tell you, that thing is heavy as hell. Please keep this part a secret because Mar has yet to see it and I plan on hanging it up somewhere.
Another nugget that was found was the model house that Brian made for an industrial arts class in junior high. I am pretty sure that all of us made these houses and have them somewhere. I actually came across mine not too long ago. After finding it, Brian was getting ready to toss it in the trash heap when Mr. J just looked at him and said, "Wanna burn it?"
Brian's family now has a fire pit, so Brian just shrugged and went along. The three of us headed to the backyard and tossed the house into the fire pit, which is where things get interesting. Mr. J went to the shed and retrieved a gas canister and proceeded to douse the house in gasoline. When I say douse, I mean douse. He was probably pouring gas on this thing for a good ten to fifteen seconds. After making sure the house was bathed in gas, he handed a book of matches to Brian and sim
ply nodded towards the fire pit. Brian, in his infinite wisdom, got as close as he could to the fire and tossed in a match. The image to the right is pretty much what I saw. It was totally hilarious. Brian instantly threw up his arms and jumped back as he attempted to shield himself from the flames. He then looked at us with a look of bewilderment as if he was not expecting that sort of reaction from something that had been drenched in gasoline. After recovering from my fit of laughter I simply asked him why he got so close and his response was mostly gibberish but equated to the fact that he was not expecting the reaction that he got.
ply nodded towards the fire pit. Brian, in his infinite wisdom, got as close as he could to the fire and tossed in a match. The image to the right is pretty much what I saw. It was totally hilarious. Brian instantly threw up his arms and jumped back as he attempted to shield himself from the flames. He then looked at us with a look of bewilderment as if he was not expecting that sort of reaction from something that had been drenched in gasoline. After recovering from my fit of laughter I simply asked him why he got so close and his response was mostly gibberish but equated to the fact that he was not expecting the reaction that he got. It was a truly hilarious moment and I wish that I would have recorded it or possibly recreate it for you sometime in the future. So in short, if you ever need to burn a model house that you built while in junior high school, Step One is to add gasoline, and lots of it.
