So tonight I am gonna fry up some fish. I get the oil in the pan and go in the living room to talk with my son while the pan heats up. Next thing I know, I look in the kitchen and I see nothing but orange flames. Me being the bright guy that I am panics. I forgot all they teach you about putting out grease fires and I am now going to attempt to carry this flaming pan, with 3 foot flames, out the door and dump it on the concrete. Needless to say, the hilarity ensued and I am now going to need to replace my carpet downstairs(caught it on fire) as well as the kitchen linoleum(yes caught this on fire too). Not to mention that I expect my entire hand to be one big blister by morning. Note the missing hair
Well that hand caught fire lol. Typing all this with my left hand was a joy. I can't even imagine the pain one must endure when they get burned over like 50% of their bodies like you hear on the news. This pain is un fucking real. Luckily the house wasn't burned to the ground but I did everything in my power to try it seems.
