(June 13, 2016 at 3:27 pm)Thumpalumpacus Wrote:(June 13, 2016 at 3:24 pm)LastPoet Wrote: And the moment that when you try to reach the trigger with a long gun pointed to the chin, you find out you can't reach the trigger. Then you start devising strategies, like using the toes, or a set of pulleys. Then you laugh madly at the whole situation. Dark alleys of cobbled stone.
I spent some time figuring the proper proportions of bleach (which I had for laundry) and ammonia (which I had in the form of window cleaner) to make hydrochloric acid. Hearing my son breathing in his sleep saved my life.
I am glad we managed to talk ourselves out of that madness.
