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Post by strangesteve on Jan 11, 2020 9:46:54 GMT -6
An inquisitive mind is a healthy mind, I think. Just make sure thatβs tempered with WISDOM, or your bodily health might deteriorate very quickly! π₯As an example of how my βhealthy mindβ endangered my body:
When I was 11, I had a chemistry LAB in the basement. π€ One day I tried boiling down some of my own urine to see if I could concentrate enough white phosphorus to see it glow in the dark. Instead, I managed to shoot the sample up on the ceiling when it suddenly flashed into a very smelly steam! ππ
I would learn in the ARMY that white phosphorus is such BAD MOJO that itβs sometimes used as an antipersonnel weapon.π²π¬ So I should be very thankful to Father God that my experiment was a failure!
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Post by Borndead on Jan 11, 2020 9:54:39 GMT -6
Now that a good reason why I have the: DonΒ΄t mess with urine/feces, bugs, drugs, angry pc-people and your beard policy.
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Post by Thomas Eversole on Jan 12, 2020 9:51:09 GMT -6
When I was 11, I had a chemistry LAB in the basement. π€ One day I tried boiling down some of my own urine to see if I could concentrate enough white phosphorus to see it glow in the dark. Instead, I managed to shoot the sample up on the ceiling when it suddenly flashed into a very smelly steam! ππ That's funny bro! Unrelated, but one of my earliest memories I still have (I must have been around age 5 or so) was this "experiment" I did to help my dad get rid of weeds in his crops. Keep in mind, I was just a little feller, so the perspective/measurements are from me as a young child. I remember being at grandma and grandpa's house. There was a corn field, and right in the front row at the edge of the yard, was this giant 9 foot tall button-weed. I was certain it was hurting the entire field of crops. So I tried pulling it out of the ground, but it was too big. I tried digging it out of the ground, but its roots were too deep. I went into the shed looking for tools and found a gallon jug of liquid that stunk. It must be weed poison! I dumped the whole gallon on that weed. Take that you field killer! Oh man, it stunk. ...and there were fumes and that buttonweed started wilting pretty quick. I remember my dad approaching me, and he squatted to be eye level with me. He very calmly told me that was something I wasn't supposed to do. He probably wasn't too mad because he liked my intent - kill the weeds, save the crops, etc. ...but I wasted a gallon jug of diesel fuel he used as a cleaner to remove road oil from farm equipment, to kill just 1 big weed, and maybe the corn around that weed too.
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Post by strangesteve on Jan 12, 2020 13:02:47 GMT -6
How funneh ππ
But MANNNNNN, some of the industrial water treatment microbiocides I had to use later on in life stunk tah high heaven! Diesel fuel woulda been like lavendar next to corpse flower, for comparison! ππ€’
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