Burn, Baby, Burn. Bristol Inferno.
He’s made that flamethrower for all the wrong reasons. You don’t make a machine like that because you’re trying to emulate a comic book character. You make it because you can — and because flamethrowers are awesome. If my weekend project was to build a flamethrower I’d be pretty satisfied with myself. Just imagine all the cool things you can do when you finish building it. Instead of letting your wife burn your toast, burn it yourself with your brand new flamethrower. You don’t need to have any rhyme or reason to singe your eyebrows off. It’s just a thoroughly enjoyable experience.
We all need to come up with more activities that could definitely use a flamethrower. I could see it being used for gardening. You’ve got to get those pesky weeds out somehow. Hunting would be perfect because all the meat would come precooked.
4 thoughts on “Burn, Baby, Burn. Bristol Inferno.”
– If you knew a bunch of sick people you could light all their medical marijuana at once;
– You folks who prefer wintry locales wouldn’t have to shovel snow anymore;
– You would be the coolest kid at the rock concert arrested just before the encore.
Hello Johnny, thank you for reading and commenting. A flamethrower would make for a great long-distance grill starter. Heck, I’d probably use it to trim those hard to reach nose hairs. The sky is really the limit with this sort of thing.
Grill starter may be the winning entry – you could fire the grill up from the comfort of your La-Z-Boy and you wouldn’t have to miss a second of the game. As for nose hairs, I prefer Vice Grips; they have the added convenience of washing my eyes with tears.
we dont need no steenkin cover charge mate.
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