I Put Out a Fire!
Last weekend my pal Johnny and me were sitting around the house, trying to be as unproductive as possible. Suddenly we smelled smoke and knew something was going on. It wasn’t the normal burned pizza smoke smell, it was the “your stuff is on fire” smoke smell. We looked out the window and saw that our neighbor’s big green roll out to the street trash can was a giant fireball! So we ran outside and used up our entire fire extinguisher on it (it was the first time I ever used a fire extinguisher, it ruled even more than I thought) but the fire was still going pretty good. We didn’t have a hose of course, so we found a spicket and filled this cooler up with water and dumped it on it like 20 times. Then we high-fived and drank some beers. It was only like 2 pm but whatever, we just put out a fire. The neighbor got home and was all embarrassed, but she baked us a chocolate pie so that was pretty cool. We ate the whole thing that night. I was glad it wasn’t our trash can, but not really because ours smells horrible. Seriously, it is the worst smelling trash can I have ever been around. If you take the slightest breath within 40 feet of it you will automatically puke right there, I guarantee it. We have this new roommate who is a body builder and eats 30 eggs a day, so I think that’s the culprit.
