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John didn't say no repeat story tellers, but if that's the rule I'll stick with my first story, but this one's pretty funny. Last summer my brother shows up at the Cape with a ride on lawnmower he intends to leave there for use as needed, but it had a flat tire. He's sort of a jack of all trades builder kinda guy with a long pony tail. He gets this idea that instead of fixing the tire, he'll just drill some holes in it and get a can of that spray foam insulation that comes in a can and expands to the size of the area it's in. So he gets the can and leaves it sitting on the hood of the mower while he's doing some painting around the house. The mower's sitting in the hot sun all day long before he remembers he wanted to fill the tire with it. Well no sooner had he started filling the tire with it than KA-Pow. The can explodes like a bomb. Spray foam insulation is in gobs up in the trees, on the side of the house and (he was ok, mind you) gobs of it stuck on his chest, legs and a big one hit him in the forehead and on some on top and foamed up and hardened there. He looked like a cross between elephant man and a leper or something. Well he knew it was inevitable he had to shave his head, but not before having some fun going up to people and asking if he looked ok, he'd just had a little mishap. Walked around for a while with a screwdriver stuck in it.
(This is also sort of a public service announcement for anyone planning to fix a flat).
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