I don't want to know, I don't want to know....
When we moved to the country years ago we had to burn our trash in a barrel because there was no trash pickup. I always got a small can of kerosene at the gas station but this one time they gave me a gasoline and kerosene mixture. I poured it on the trash and struck a match, I was blown flat on my back. The fire singed off my eyebrows and the front of my hair and burned a spot on my forehead. Fortunately I had my clothes on or I hate to think what might have happened. Try to imagine the hissey fit this little 5'3" woman threw at the filling station the next day.That has been 30 years ago and I'll bet they still remember. LOL!
It said the man's lack of clothing intelligence probably contributed to the extent of his burns.
I'm pretty sure alchohol was involved.......
I had an uncle ( married into the family not bloodline ) who's father took up nudism in his old age. Passed out in the hot tub at the facility. Medical personell had to respond. As my grandma said as she shuddered, "Can you imagine coming too with all that hanging over you ?" LOL.......
I don't want to know. I don't want to know. I don't want to know...
(cue the Johnny Cash music ...)
"I ended up with a burning Ring of Fire"
Future Darwin Award Winner