Last Time I Syphon Petrol

Swallowed some, eurrgghh.

Keep burping up petrol fumes, scared to light a cigarette incase I turn into a Swamp Dragon:DOH:

 

Look on the bright side Zig, you are now worth about £1.40 a litre.:D

 

You should try buying it from a filling station for a change Ziggy , instead of lurking around with a jerry can and hosepipe :D

PS: try eating a live toad it will take the taste away , and I guarantee nothing worse than that will happen to you today.

 

But not a cane toad .. as will take the taste away for ever

 

Last year for us for 1969/70 in Alabama ... we were poor and desperate ...

We are still best friends with the couple who were our partners in crime who now live in Tennesse on a 78 acre farm ... but visited us here two years ago .. but we did not go out and steal petrol .. or anything else but laughed about what we did in our younger days ..

 

Good one Michael ! That reminds me of another saying " All mushrooms can be eaten , but some mushrooms can only be eaten once."

 

when I was young, I used to ride motobikes .... was always skint, and syphoned petrol many times (especially from my mom's car when she was asleep)

the first few times, you get a mouthfull or two of petrol .... but after a bit of practise, you get the knack

:D

 

Huh Typical petrol head , bet you drive an Alpha

 

....and another,

:D

 

Or the habit.

 

Thought you were going to say especially from my mom's car when she was driving:D

 

I haven't tried syphoning since the wife put petrol in my diesel van some 12 years ago but the memory lives on!

 

You've been practising all wrong, Ziggy. It's not petrol you should be cultivating your taste buds on but kerosene.

Don't you know all the best winos drink kerosene?

:D :D

Then when you breathe out through your mouth, you get that lovely blue haze in the air. :D :D

 

Go for a jog, see how much further you can run than normal.

Have you drunk any milk yet?

 

When I was a teenager, I and several of my mates had trials bikes. We used to take them and a can of spare petrol to some private land we had permission to ride on. One day a friend of a friend came with us. He didn't have a motorbike, but was happy to just chill out in the sun. I spotted him sat on the sand drinking our spare petrol. I aimed my bike straight at him and opened it up, fully expecting him to get out of the way. He didn't and at the last second I swerved and braked to miss him (I didn't really want to harm him, I just wanted to stop him drinking our petrol).

Having just been narrowly missed by a 500c motorcross bike, he was just sat there giggling. I got off and went over to him. He was as high as a kite, and about a third of our gallon of petrol had gone. I have no idea how come he didn't die.