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Here's a classic:

Third year of college, I'm up painting late one night. I finish what i'm working on, and I'd just bought a paint of turpentine to clean the brushes. (Mind you, no one told me there's a safer version of paint thinner you could clean stuff with, so I just wenty ahead and bought the industrial shit.) So I bring the can back into my room, and put it on the floor. Can was maybe 80% full, and somehow it fell over and all the shit leaked out into a big spot in the carpet. Naturally, I smelled it as soon as I came back in. I was like, "Ah, fuck, now I gotta clean this." So I went off to get a towel to soak it up. I get back into the room, my roommate Doug is sitiing on my bed looking at the spot.

With a lighter in his hand.

He says, "What's this?"
I say, "Fuckin turpentine spilled."
He says, "Hey, wouldn'ty it be funny if I lit it on fire?"
Before I can say "No, jackass" he puts the lighter to the louddle and flicks itr.
***BOOM***
Nice big cloud of fire erupts and lights up the floor. I drop the towel and start screaming at him.
I kinda forgot about the fire, I was just angry he did it. Then I realized we might have a prolbem since the fire was not small and was not going out. Now, normally I'd be dragging Doug out and yelling for the fire department, but there was something about to happen which made me stay.
Fire began to move towards my stereo.
At that point., it became a "Let's put this out!" scenario. Now, boys and girls, what's the ONE THING you never use on a chemical fire?
Right! Water!
What did we immediately grab buckets of?
Right! Water!
I'd never seen fire swim before, it's kind of neat if it's not burning things you liked having unburnt. We splashed gallons of water on this thing, and all we did was move it towards a container near my bed.
A PLASTIC container...with paper towels and toxic paint in it. Atr one poinrt I thought the power had gone out, because it got all dark. Doug said, "No, that's the black smoke from the container Joe!" Which we all inhaled, but I was the only one on the floor not to have lung problems.
After about 5 minutes of us doing nothing, out of nowhere my friend Matt strolls in with his Brita container and puts the whole fucker out in 5 seconds. We still never figured out how. And all he used was water!
Interesting prologue info:
*There was a fire hose in the hallways 4 feet from us. None of us remembered it.
*The Fire Chief (when they showed up 20 minutes later) said if we hadn't put it out the whole floor might've gone up, since we had posters all through the lounge.
*He also pointed out we were throwing water on a 400-volt heater and were standing barefoot on wet carpet. Had we hit it wrong...BZZT! All dead.
Ain't college fun?

there once was a girly girl who went to visit another girly girl...oh what fun they had. Wouldn't you want to know how this story ends, the middle, or even the very beginning perhaps???