try holding ur finger in a blaze of some sort, a friend told me to ignite
our orangecannon.. idk wtf its called in english.. anyways i had my finger
in that fire for about 3 secs and the flesh was completely white.. yummy
That's precisely what got me into this predicament to begin with.
The blaze of some sort was a propane torch used to
"sweat" on 3/4" copper fittings. I don't think it
was 3- seconds as that amount of time would have charred my finger off
the bone.
It was just long enough for the pain receptors
in the finger to send an urgent message to my brain that I need to
drop what the fuck ever I have in my hand & move it out of the
area very quickly.
I'd recollect that took a little
over 1- second total.
Then, I had the copper all warmed up
& the solder flowing nicely so I had to finish the joint before I
attended to my new wound. Hardcore shit bro. Let me tell ya'...
you must allways finish your joint before doing anything
else..........
i used to be a plumber, i was doing pipe work and put the blow
torch down, then for some reason, picked it up with the hot
end.....my skin came off my palm and i couldnt close my hand for
ages
I'm an
HVAC guy by trade. When we get cut from sheet metal, fuck
it, let the bastard ductwork rot before we get all taped up
& back to it. Cold sheet metal doesn't care.
Same with the copper joints we braze. The
oxy/acetylene runs hot & fast enough to abandon any
joint & go back to it later. The flame spread &
danger zone from the heat is much smaller than using a
propane torch. The actual heat is waaaaay hotter. I'm
used to staying away from being bit by that stuff. I got
lazy & paid for it with the propane.
Plumbers only really care that the shit runs downhill
& the check is in the mail... :)
I roasted the tip of my thumb on a soldering iron. Though since it was
around a 3rd degree burn, it didn't hurt as much as it could have, and
it went away after a month or so.
I love dandelions, the are the STD of the neighborhood lawns.
We had them one year and I lived next door to an old man with an immaculate
lawn. One day I heard a noise and found him throwing dandelion heads at my
house. He had been 'infected'. He was an asshole anyway.
Well done. :) I made the same with a - I can't remember the
English name - small furry mammal that burrows undeground and is
generally hated by lawn-owners.
No, I remember it now, a mole. Well, maybe they are called
gopher in America, I'm not sure, I've learnt BE.
Fucking disturbing, having at least two words for the same
being. We call them elk, over there it is a moose. I cought
a pike, but I have to say a muskie. I put lingonberry jam on
my venison, you eat cranberries.
Well, it's rather nice, after all, I come to think of
it.
As a tin-knocker, I have no major issues with lacerations & such.
I have butterfly'd myself many times with duct tape, band-aids,
& paper towels instead of sutures.
Our motto is:
"If you're not bleeding, you're not
working." :)
That's right!
