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Oh yes, the good old days of high-school...

Puberty.

Adolescence.

Pimples.

Acne.

Hairgel.

Rock Music.

and... Science Projects.

Yep, you heard me. Those godamn science projects.

I’m sorry I wouldn’t be discussing much about cars today, me and my friends got a little get-together a few days ago and we decided to reminisce about the old times.

Yep.

The old times.

And that science project of ours.

Well, here's how it goes. Back in highschool, me and my friend got an assigned chemistry project. We were supposed to do something productive with a "natural and indigenous substance" that could be found in your own little garden. We didn't really want to do shit like that since, c'mon, it's highschool, everybody's lazy and smitten with all that puberty shit going on.

So anyway, we decided to make ink out of an organic household substance. I already forgot what kind of plant we used but apparently it did the job... well... if the job was to smell like chicken shit mixed with a little bull crap that is. Yet, even though our "ink" smelled horrible, we couldn't find a way to make its tint dark enough to write properly on a piece of paper. So, we added Quink(TM) to our already smelly concotion...

Eureka! We found out that Plant Piss could write!!!

Fortunately, our professor was gullible enough to give us a score of B+.

What a dumbass...

A year afterwards, we did another project. This time, it was for our Physics class. We were supposed to do an "invention" of some sort. So, me and a couple of my friends (including my old buddy I told you a while ago) decided to make an un-electric-powered-oven-that-could-bake-dough-in-5-minutes. Unfortunately, the muses of invention wasn't on our side. Also, we had a few complications that needed attention:

First, the heat wasn't hot enough.

Second, the oven was too big.

Third, it couldn't bake dough in 5 minutes.

Fourth, we were all getting frustrated.

And...

Fifth, the deadline was on the following day.

So, being all hysterical with our wannabe-nifty-but-you-got-your-ass-fecked-gadget, we made a few "minor" alterations with the machine. So, we ended up with:

(Qeue Drumroll)

The "Improvised Home-Made Bomb/Oven Complete With Detonator-Timer/Thermometer"

Better known for its code name: IH-MB/OCWD-T/T Ver. 01

THE PERFECT TOOL FOR THE TYPICAL TERRORIST/AIRLINE COOK

Yep, we didn't know ovens could explode when you put huge amounts of paper drenched in gasoline (if memory serves me right, we inserted a small gas tank inside the oven, so as to "raise" the heat). We also didn't know that lighter fluid, gasoline, kerosene, and a dash of isopropyl alcohol was quite hard to extinguish with a pale of water. And we also didn't know that you couldn't eat unbaked dough that was splattered with car-fuel.

Come to think of it, it was my grandma's new charcoal oven that we used... Good thing she didn't know what happened to that poor little object...

Anyway, we could've sent the whole blueprint to Al Qaeda and we could'ved probably earned a few bucks...

Oh well... (sigh) those were the good old days.

Now back to writing about cars.