I'm sure that you will be shocked, simply shocked, to learn that the festivities described here today had alcohol involved. Yep. I swear. Adventures with alcohol. Prepare to be shocked. I hope you're sitting down. The details of our story today come from the fine folks over at something called Click on Detroit. I
t would seem that "An Oakland County man was injured when a sledding stunt went wrong." Now, I'm sure you're thinking that something like that, in and of itself, isn't all that spectacular. When when you read about exactly what the "stunt" that this 62-year (Yes! 62!) old and old enough to know better man was trying to pull off, then you might be more impressed. Here's a hint: It would appear that he was trying to channel is inner Wile E. Coyote.
t would seem that "An Oakland County man was injured when a sledding stunt went wrong." Now, I'm sure you're thinking that something like that, in and of itself, isn't all that spectacular. When when you read about exactly what the "stunt" that this 62-year (Yes! 62!) old and old enough to know better man was trying to pull off, then you might be more impressed. Here's a hint: It would appear that he was trying to channel is inner Wile E. Coyote. 
See, the moron in question here had apparently "...held a sledding party" at his home in Independence Township, Michigan last week. Due to factors which I'm sure had absolutely nothing to do with the amount of alcohol that this guy had consumed, he decided that his sledding party needed to be turned up a notch or two. It would seem that he deemed gravity to be insufficient to play a substantial role in his sledding frivolities so "...he fashioned a device using a motorcycle muffler, a piece of pipe, gunpowder, match heads and gasoline." This can't end well. Hilarious, yes. Well, no. So, once he got done with all of the fashioning of said roadrunner catching apparatus, he the
n "...strapped the device on his back, donned a makeshift helmet and got on a sled (and asked) someone to light a wick attached to the device." Are you picturing this? Because I certainly am. I'm guessing that the "makeshift helmet" that was mentioned is probably a 5-gallon paint bucket. I really appreciate that, in true Wile E. Coyote fashion, there was a wick involved. Kudos to you, sir. Kudos indeed.
n "...strapped the device on his back, donned a makeshift helmet and got on a sled (and asked) someone to light a wick attached to the device." Are you picturing this? Because I certainly am. I'm guessing that the "makeshift helmet" that was mentioned is probably a 5-gallon paint bucket. I really appreciate that, in true Wile E. Coyote fashion, there was a wick involved. Kudos to you, sir. Kudos indeed.
Now, at this point, he doesn't know if he's going to catch the roadrunner or not, but I'm sure he was very hopeful. That is, until (surprisingly) part of the way down the hill "...the device exploded (shocking, I know!), resulting in second-degree burns to the victim's face. One of his eyes was damaged." Presumedly, after the explosion, he held up a sign that said "YIKES!"Both ACME and Charles Darwin were unavailable for comment.
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