I had just assembled my big new gas grill and turned on the gas for the initial fire-up. I noticed one of the venturi, or something, was askew so I leaned in to set it right. Dumb move as the gas had now been on a while. My upper thigh pressed the igniter button (imagine that, it was in a different place than my last grill.)
WHHHUUUUUMP!
No nasal hair whatsoever, scorched eyebrows, and burned the underside of my nose...but I was enjoying the best laugh I'd had in a month. The little lady came running out and said the sliding glass door rattled severely and she could see the flash. Then she proceeded to berate me while I stood there chuckling.
That's the BEST description of a FOON BALL I've heard in years.
You Navy vets in here know what I mean.
My neighbor once asked me to light up her gas grill. A freind of hers just blew one up and she was scared to light it. I went into my house to get some matches and stopped at my small stash of M-80's. I lit the M-80 and tossed it on the ground, as I leaned over the grill pretending to light it, she came out on her deck. I've got my head down over the grill and BOOOOOM! I grab my face and start screaming.
They were good neighbors, I wonder why they moved?