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Not the most painful but mildly amusing.
I was in the 7th or 8th grade. I always wore button fly 501s. It was a warm summer evening and some of us kids were playing with firecrackers.
I took one and placed it into the opening of the crotch made by the buttons so the the firecracker was in mostly in my trousers but the fuse was outside the trousers.
I was going to show off by lighting the fuse then quickly pulling the firecracker out and tossing it.
I lit the fuse and in my haste to grab it I actually knocked it all the way in. I panicked as I imagined my parts being blown to shreds. I started pummeling myself in the crotch area trying to put the firecracker out. Luckily I put it out but I kicked the crap out of myself and ended up rolling around the ground in pain.
To this day (happened around 1971) my brother still laughs like a mad man when he tells the story.
I was in the 7th or 8th grade. I always wore button fly 501s. It was a warm summer evening and some of us kids were playing with firecrackers.
I took one and placed it into the opening of the crotch made by the buttons so the the firecracker was in mostly in my trousers but the fuse was outside the trousers.
I was going to show off by lighting the fuse then quickly pulling the firecracker out and tossing it.
I lit the fuse and in my haste to grab it I actually knocked it all the way in. I panicked as I imagined my parts being blown to shreds. I started pummeling myself in the crotch area trying to put the firecracker out. Luckily I put it out but I kicked the crap out of myself and ended up rolling around the ground in pain.
To this day (happened around 1971) my brother still laughs like a mad man when he tells the story.