When I was young, I remember pulling an engine out of my 68 442 in the back yard. Had help and we pulled the hood off and layed it behind the car on the ground. My help left so I started pulling the motor and trans together. As soon as it cleared the car, the car started rolling backwards down a slite hill. Ran over the middle of the hood all the way down. Had to figure how to get the car 300' back up the hill by myself.
How about a not so bright moment of trying to blow out a coffee can of gas that my brother lit on fire.
When I was real young tried to get a marble out of a black can of spray paint with a hatchet. Didn't end to well. Petty bad when your dad falls on the ground laghfing at you.
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