Well, this is sort of an almost kill story, having absolutely nothing to do with cars, well maybe accept for the fact that the whole time doing this, I could hear stupid ricers and their bumble bees raging outside of my room.

Anyway, here goes, It all started when my roomate and I started throwing marshmallows at the girls across the hall from us. They would throw them back and we would have mini marshmallow fights. Well, we needed something better, something that would destroy them with marshmallows. So a friend ours(who was also friends with the girls accross the hall) gave us this idea to make a marshmallow laucher, much like that of a potato gun. We were to use a pringles can as the launcher and isopropyl alcohol for the propellant. the idea was to cut a small hole on the side of the pringles can, near the bottom. Alcohol was put in the bottom and shaken up to get the fumes primed. then a lighter was lit, and put up to the hole, igniting the alcohol on fire. We used a cut up paper cup to stick in the pringles can to make as airtight a seal as we could get and put marshmallows on top of the cup.

Once we got it ready, we decided to test it out by shooting it out the window first(I live on the second floor). well, the first few times, it seemed to work ok, but the marshmallows didnt go to far. So, we upped the amount of alcohol. This time, when we shot it out the window, the cup launched the marshmallows, but came out flaming. It fell to the ground and landed on some dry leaves. while we were arguing about who was to go run downstairs and put it out, some of the leaves started to catch(uh oh). Luckily, there were three guys walking bye who noticed the small fire. They went and put it out for us, thinking that someone had dropped a cigarette butt, or something like that(little did they know...). That time we were lucky. The next time we decided to shoot it at our door(real bright idea). First time at the door, the cup still flamed, and my roomate blew it out. Second time, still trying to keep the cup from flaming(we wouldnt want to set anyone on fire when actually fire marshmallows at a real person), the flame was a bit bigger, and when my roomate tried to blow it out, it just got bigger(oh ****...). So, me, being the smart person that I am, grabbed the phone book, and smothered the fire. I think we still have some work to do...

Thanks for your time, and here is the cliffs notes...
1. marshmallow fights between my roomate and I and the girls accross the hall bring light to the idea of a marshmallow launcher made out of a pringles can.
2. Using alcohol as the propellant, we made several test runs, one which almost set the whole campus on fire.
3. Tried shooting it in the room, which nearly set the room on fire, had I not put the fire out with the telephone book.
4. More testing to be done, as at this point, if used to fire marshmallows at the unsuspecting girls accross the hall, we would end up with two fried chickens.

 

Seems as though you have a lot of time on your hands
Thats funny though.
To the guy who came up with that idea

 

All I have to say is WOW flaming marshmellows. Fire + Marshmellows + hersheysbar + graham crackers = smores Try and see if your friend can make something cool with that equation like an automatic smore gun.

 

Above is an excellent example of why college life owns all...

 

I think the answer is to drink a lot more beer and try it again.

 

Marshmellow Wars.
New campus tradition, or just a metaphor for foreplay?
Learn more about the controversial marshmellow launcher, and its effects on campus property, tonight in the exclusive interview with Milla, TK.

NEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRDS!

 

until you've thrown a plastic garbage bag filled with about 10 gallons of water out of an 8th story bathroom, at 9am on a sunday morning, and woken everone up in the quad to what sounds like a shotgun blast going off... you havn't experienced college life at it's finest.

i have so many good stories from living on campus that you'd think i didn't have time to go to class. oh wait, i didn't. 0.6gpa owns you! (and i was actually the THIRD lowest on the floor. one guy got a 0.3, and annother managed to make a 0.0 flat without getting thrown out).

one time we had a nerf esclation war, everybody on the floor got a nerf gun to pummel the others with. i went out and bought a six-shooter revolving barrel foam dart gun made by the same people who make super soakers. mine gun (i should actually call it a rifle) was accurate at about 4x the range of the next most powerful gun on the floor, and was the only one which would leave welts at close range.

we played hockey with those miniature religious texts that random guys on campus won't let you walk by them without having one shoved in your hands.

we one time blocked off access to the girl's side of the hall and demanded tolls (mostly bras).

we kidnaped the bed of a gal who was particuarly uppity about her pristine sleeping area and somehow it ended up in the quad.

we duct taped someone's door shut (envision a wall of silver ground to ceiling).

we would beat each other with the schedule of classes wrapped in duct tape (handy item).

we held double elimination super street fighter 2 tournaments, where the goal was not to get too drunk to play.

we threw damn near everything we could think of out of the 8th floor bathroom window, including the aforementioned garbage bags of water (4 of them total i believe), black forest cakes (2), month old jackolanters filled with shaving cream, chairs, a bag of moldy oranges (impressive destruction spread, sorta like bombing raids of ww2. orange craters for at least 50 feet in a line), old chinese takeout, a bottle of sprite, a can of... well i don't even know what it was can of, and more stuff i have chosen to disavow knowledge of.

we used a piece of chewed chocolate candy to make skid marks in underwear, and hung it (with piece of candy stuck inside) from the lights on the girl's side of the hall (Retaliation for that was a bitch too).

one guy got a guy he hated for secret santa, so he bought him a *****. the ***** ended up in the first guy's desk drawer on parent visitation day. it ended up being "confiscated" by the female ra. we never saw it again... hmm...

i burnt my eyebrows halfway off.

one time i so much that the only thing keeping me from being violently ill was richard pryor comedy on vhs.

we anonymously heckled parents on visitation day

we stole chairs from the computer lab (some of which went out the window later).

we kidnapped various items from other floors, including the couch from the 3rd floor lounge and created outselves a "foyer".

and on top of that we played doom2 deathmatch, command & conquer, and warcraft2 nearly nonstop. is it any wonder half of us had obscenely low gpas the first semester?

 

damn, now we know why they call you "Milla the Killa"

 

damn i want to go away to college, here all we realy do when we get board is fill a garbage bage with hidrogen, and take pot shots at it with my friends .22... cool fire ball if you hit it.

 

I have a ton of stories.

This one time, at band camp...

 

 

milla, dont forget, fire=smoke alarms. Dont get caught.
And next time, jus throw water balloons and soak those tees.
Yeah, I played with fire in the dorms, its probably not the smartest idea. We shot bottle rockets down the hallway.
Try chipping golf ***** out windows instead.

 

BJ, you're letting us down. C'mon man, I know your little prepubesent mind can do better than THAT!!

 

this one time, in my dad's GTP, he floored it for the first time in his life, and, well, to make a long story short, I **** my pants once we got above 90.

 

john matirx you *** stain.. :jets: that was pritty funny though. and its funny how it basicaly summs up all his posts so far

 

OMFG!!!

 

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Milla, scarecrow ... that was some funny ****.

Perfect!

 

Haha, damn skarecrow, you have lots of stories...

As for the fire alarm thing, i kept fanning my towel around the fire alarm so that the thing didnt go off. Like I said, we still have a lot of work to do. At this point, someone is gonna catch on fire if we fire it at anybody.

 

This one time, when I changed my name to John_matrix, all these gay guys crowded around...

 

i have no idea what that means, but it's a start.