"Actually, Sam didn't fart. I figured out why it stinks. There's shit in the hallway." ... "Check out this shit!" ...
"Wow, it really IS shit!"... (This happens to be what necessitates the dogwash later on in the Chronicles.)
This be Sam Irvin. He is kind of a w@r3z D00D but he is still cool. He hates to be called names and to be hit on his head (which is red from being beaten so severely so often.)
Sam, again, pausing to pose as he positions a posthumous platter in the port-a-grill.
"Hey, Beavis, how do ya open this god-damn lighter fluid?"
"We need more fluid!"
"Yeah! Yeah! More fluids!"
"huh huhuhuh he said fluids!"
Dave, squirting lighter fluid profusely onto a subsequently very happy fire. Joy!! it exclaimed as it gulped the hydrocarbons down in its consumptive glee.
The fire -- belching heat, smoke, sulphurous fumes, and other such spewage -- a monument to destruction that would have made Dante proud.
An underexposed fire shot upon which there is 50% consensus of approval.
Dave, doing unsavory things with that bottle of lighter fluid. Again.
"How many chins must a man hang down before they can call him a Sam..." --BRG
Das Happie BRGen
Now THIS is a cool fire shot. Dave wanted me to keep these other two random ones but I had to rm them so he'd shut up. This one is better because you can see all the neato crud that we're combustin'. anyway...
(It was -7 degrees Fahrenheit that day, so we were all a little bit frigid and chattery.)
Woo, this looks like we need a little more FIRE! I think we need more FUEL! (Right Mr. Thoreau?) Let's see, what have we got in here...
This ought to do the trick. 386sx/16s burn pretty darn well, I've heard! And they're bad for the environment, too!
I heard those new Pentium Pros really burn!... Er something.