A gallon of liquid nitrogen. Want epic explosion.

Dry ice is easier to come by, and does the same thing.

 

Actually.......when I used dry ice to proppell a ball into the air......it blew the shit out of the trash can..........technically.....2.

 

Not with dry ice. Each bottle seems to react differently to the temp of the inside components, and pressures fluctuate accordingly. I tried to make a rocket out of one, and had a ball valve, with a long as fuck string attached, but as the bottle began to grow under the pressure, I became kinda hyptnotized by the size it was, and forgot to pull the string. That blast brought the police to my house.

 

Well.....It didnt help that I was drunk, first of all. they asked me if I knew, or saw what had happened, and I said "NOPE!". Then, as they saw the big assed cooler, with 15# of dry ice expunging smoke out from under the lid, they began wispering to each other. They asked a few more questions, and then they left. Never heard anything about it.

The REAL funny one though, was when Mountainwilfpup, myself, and some other friends, got drunk, made a few dry ice bombs, and blew the ever loving shit out of some steel trash cans. I panicked a little, as I grossly underestimated the power of these bombs I made, and threw another steel trash can over the last one (which hadnt blown up yet). Anyway, the bomb squad showed up, along with the cops, and as we were on our patio, drunk, and watched these guys sit back about 30 feet from the un detonated inverted steel trash can, with their bomb blast shields and shit. they were trying to decide if they wanted to "Expose the device" by taking the can off it. Anyway, as they argued about if and who was going to do the deed, I went inside for another beer. Then......BOOOOM!!!!!!

This fucking thing flattened the can like it was a beer can, and blew limbs off the trees next to it. Given my state of intoxication.....I cant remember what all happened next. I think the cops asked us some questions, left, then some kid ran up the stairs, spit on my buddy, and my buddy maced him.......and I think there was a pigeon doing somthing.....I was pretty fucked up.

 

yes. I never did Peyote....unless......that was the shit in the pot I smoked that made my pool chair take off, with me in it, and start flying around.....scared the shit out of me.

 

Nope. Just recovering from a hangover, and this dude was bragging about how "good" his weed was. I called bullshit, took a few hits, then the fucking chair took off. After it landed, the next thing I remembered I was on the floor of the bathroom trying to puke.