hi everyone, what's the best bloard-related fire you put out with a bucket of your own vomit? lets all share our bloard fire puke extinguishing stories ITT. maybe just post one but if theres too many you could make a top 10 or something. here's my fave 3: 3. back in the day (long ago) bloard had daily fireworks threads where amateur pyrotechnicians would share recipes, tips etc. like what chemicals to add to your homemade creations to change the colours, make bigger bang's, stuff like that. well, as one of the most respected and feared fireworkers of everyone on the 'loard (what we called bloard back then) there was a lot of pressure on me to make the most extravagant and crazy firework the world had ever seen... i worked long through the night, using my finely honed chemistry skills, adding lots of different oxides and dioxides to make a Truly Crazy Explosion that would earn everyone's love and admiration. as i had a rapidly approaching deadline before 'loardfest 1993 started, i had several buckets where i was collecting my waste so i didnt have to get up... and the nerves were getting to me so yes, there was some sick there. anyway, when i finally finished the temperamental and possibly lethal device my microwave caught fire due to unrelated circumstances. i put it out with a bucket of my own vomit 2. this was way back when, in fact it was so long ago my memory is really fuzzy and i'm not sure if it really happened at all. anyway, me and my best pal dril were in an exciting motorcycle race due to a fairly minor disagreement over who makes the best 'loard posts. the stakes were high as there were lots of exciting and dangerous trick's, stunt"s etc in the race course and it was clear that only one of us would be walking away unharmed. it started off with a death-defying bolt through a gator pit, where blood-thirsty crocs would be snapping and deathrolling around all over the place. next, a triple double backflip would have to be executed off a ramp to avoid ending up in a very big spike pit, which had already claimed the life of hundreds of our adoring fans. finally, a gigantic, infernal hoop of flames stood just before the finish line, which the one victorious 'loarder would have to narrowly avoid to claim their trophy. the burning flames reminded me of my own burning passion, which burned inside of me like burning flames. as i revved my chopper, i cursed my destiny and wondered how many other 'loardboys would have to die in vain, for something as stupid as their pride and honour. anyway, before the race started a crocodile caught fire due to unrelated circumstances. i put it out with a bucket of my own vomit 1. can't think of one