One time my dad got the hiccups real bad. It was kinda funny. He would be sitting on the couch watching TV and after every hiccup was a loud "DAMMIT".
So my mom comes in my room and asks me to set off a firecracker in the house. WOW! Mom has never asked me to do something like that before. In Cali, those are illegal, so it was kinda cool when she asked.
So I figured, I would set it of in an empty two liter bottle of coke, because I didn't want to pick up the paper schrapnel that's left after the tiny explosion.
So I waited a while, and quietly crept up behind the couch. I sat down indian style, and quickly lit the fuse and attempted to drop it in the tiny opening of the two litre bottle. FAT CHANCE. Those fucking fuses burn way to fast. I panicked and droped it. It went off near my upper thigh and so I screamed (yes like a little girl, but I was younger then) and so he got all pissed off. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?!?!"
"Uh, well mom said..."
I could see he was scared, either of the noise or that I nearly blew my cock off.
Either way the trick worked. He didn't have the hiccups anymore, and I never set off firecrackers sitting indian style again.
