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You have to get the correct quantity of water/dry ice mixture, or you'll have a failure, though. ��

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Bingo! Failure is what led to my nickname.

So I'm in high school hanging at a buddy's house when my mom calls me up and says the refrigerator went out and needs me to pick up some dry ice. We were going to be heading that way anyway to pick up our girlfriends for dinner. Yes I'm young enough where cell phones were around in high school. Since my buddy was 18 we were able to swing by Ace Hardware and pick some up.

We first bring the ice back to his house and put a 2litre bomb together. It wasn’t going off fast enough so a quick shot with the pellet gun and car alarms were going off throughout the neighborhood.

Now we’re at my house and had the “hey mom, watch this” situation. We put the goods together and once again, it’s not going off. As we did not have a pellet gun here, idiotically, my buddy runs to it and twists the cap off, fortunately not exploding, but burning his hand with cold. Time to reload with more ice.

We throw more ice in and yet again, no explosion. We’re not fans of twisting the cap again so we take the pool net and hit it a couple of times…..nothing. We’re now facing the clock to go pick up our girls for dinner. As we had a dog, I scooped up the bottle and launched it to my neighbor’s backyard and off we went for dinner.

So the next morning I’m talking to my mom and suddenly……BOOM! She looks at me and I said “yup, that was it”.
About 30 minutes later there was a knock at my front door by a fireman asking if I heard an explosion. I said yup and pointed in a general direction. He then asked to look in my trash cans and I said sure. After that he was on his way.
Mom asks me what’s up and I tell her I’m gonna hit the shower and then go over and see what’s going on. As soon as I’m dressed there is another knock at the door. It’s the police department. They want to ask me a few more questions to which I just tell them what it was. No prodding needed as I was going to go over there anyway. He radios to call off HazMat.
So my neighbor was a divorce attorney and he was representing a guy with a crazy soon to be ex-wife. She had already slashed some tires and made threats to him.

So I throw the bottle over the wall and it went into his pool. The cold water kept the compression down until he saw it the next morning floating in the pool. He had some work being done in his backyard so he thought it was just the laborers. Fortunately, he was suffering from the flu so instead of walking it to the recycle bins in his garage…next to his Harley….he just threw it in the normal trash in his backyard. It obliterated his trash can enough to where the cops were then called. He told me had he been well and it damaged his Harley, we would have had a problem.

He was a cool guy and just called me boomer from then on out.