Come on baby, light my fire

I was the most on fire back in the early 90s. I drank like a fish, smoked like a chimney, and rocked the ridiculous hairsprayed-to-hell-and-back wind tunnel bangs that were ever so fashionable back then. I was at a friend's house one night, drunk off my ass as usual, when I realized I lost my trusty Bic lighter. In my infinite wisdom, it occurred to me to stumble over to her stove and try to light my cigarette on a burner. It was then that my bangs caught fire and I had to beat myself about the head and shoulders with a kitchen towel to put myself out. Ah, youth. Good times, yo.


Samsmama said...

Is it some sort of rite of passage that every (female) smoker must do this? Seriously.

Kari said...

Apparently. It sucks to be predictable, eh?