The Melonbomber Saga
(Warning: some salty language)
I’m glad that they took the time to prepare themselves for working with flammable materials by donning the finest gym shorts and sandals, the most inflammable of all clothing. Err — I mean nonflammable. Well, I don’t think they know the difference either; that’s why they’re wearing them.
I’m not sure what they were expecting. A hollowed out melon has the tensile strength of — well, a melon. If you can rip it apart with your hands, how well do you think it’ll fare when it’s on fire and being struck with a baseball bat. If they were using a catapult to launch the melon, I think the whole exploding-fruit concept would have worked swimmingly, but their delivery system is decidedly flawed.
After a little bit of research I discovered that this video predates YouTube, so everyone in this video is pushing thirty at this point. And those who aren’t pushing 30 have probably died in melon-related accidents.
3 thoughts on “The Melonbomber Saga”
Thanks so much for posting the full version; the edited version loses so much of the passion, angst, and pathos…
Thaaaaat’s right… lean your face directly over the gasoline-filled melon, just above the area where the fumes will be rising, as you light that match and drop it in…
Dang. Missed a Darwin Award by *that* much.
JWM
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