A couple of years ago somebody in Chicago did the same thing, only he did it with bug bombs trying to rid himself of a cockroach infestation. Het set off about thirty of them without turning off his pilots. I was betting 10-1 that the roaches survived.
Stupid people and stuff that burns/explodes keep us all entertained, world round.
Aw man! Stupid people and explosions, and the OPs link doesn’t want to work for me! :smack:
Can someone post another link?
Trip
Thanks
Yes, the Aussie ute is much better looking than the lumpy US pickup.
IMHO. 
Thats nothing. You should see the modified ones 
Well, it’s at least nice to see that lessons have been learned from this misadventure, see? - look:
No, dumbass, it isn’t LPG that took everything away and it isn’t ‘lucky’ that he went for a coffee - that was the brainless decision that caused the incident to occur.
95 liters of LPG, and he went for a cuppa…?!
:eek:
Sonuvabitch!
I’d have been on the phone ot emergency services immediately, then moving heaven and earth to get that ute out of the garage and into open air wherre the propane could dissapate safely.
He’s living proof of guardian angels - That’s the only explanation I can figure, that he didn’t kill someone.
I just went over to the Intelligent Design side. If Evolution really worked, those two would be “outta the gene pool.”
Mind you, this is hardly a very strong argument in support of intelligent design either… I mean, what incompetent entity designed their brains?
Limit testing on minium intelligence necessary for basic function…?
[Minor hijack] Our fire company is dispatched to a vehicle fire at a residential address. When we arrive, I see nothing, so I reduce the speed of the other equipment, ask county for a callback verification, and get out of the truck to investigate. As I walk up to the front door, the homeowner flings it open, smoke starts to roll out past his head, and he screams, “What the hell are you waiting for?”
“Uh-where’s the fire?” I ask. “Back here,” he shouts and runs away. A few steps further, and I’ve got a fairly well involved bedroom.
Once we got everything extinguished and figured out what was going on, it seems that Einstein wanted to work on his Harley, but since it was wintertime and he had no garage, he wheeled the bike into the back bedroom. While playing with the carburetor, he spilled fuel on the floor, and when the oil burner located about 10 feet away came on, he got to meet the big red dog who said, WOOF! What a :wally
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This is definitely someone who has a very bad sense of priorities.
I also notice that he was a “former assistant motor mechanic.” And with this kind of workmanship, he is likely to stay “former.”
I feel sorry for them and all, but bloody hell… talk about poor judgement.
And “assistant”.