Like any red-blooded, masculine man of the male gender, I love
PVC weaponry. You should too. If the concept of heading on
down to the local Home Depot and transforming $100 worth of
random pipe bits into a killing machine doesn’t appeal to you,
you’re a frikkin' pansy. Also, you’re probably sane and will
live significantly longer than I will. Nonetheless you disgust
me, and I take comfort in the knowledge that your obituary
will be nowhere near as humorous as mine. For those of you who
laugh in the face of hypersonic shards of plastic puncturing
your spleen, here’s an intimate look at how I’ve kept myself
busy for the past week: building a PVC flamethrower.
If you're not interested in the building process, skip to the
bottom of the post for the fire.
Get you one at the forgottenlink.