I Blew My Cousin's Eyebrows Off!

I told this story on another site but I thought I'd post it here too.

Reminds me of the time I blew my cousin's eyebrows off when we were kids. My cousin and I were playing on the hill behind my grandfather's house in KY. On the hill there were a couple of out buildings. One was the two hole out house and the other an old smokehouse. For those of you that don't know what a smokehouse is, I'll explain. Before refrigeration, people had a building where they hung meat such as, hams, beef and such and used hickory chips, or some other aromatic wood to smoke the meat which would dry it out and preserve it.

Well, this old smokehouse hadn't been used for it's intended purpose for a few years, and my grandparents had been using it for storage. One of the things stored there was an old gas cook stove, that somebody for some reason had hooked gas to it. We decided that we would plunder around in the smokehouse and rummage through the stuff, when one of us came up with the idea to light the top burners of the stove. We turned the gas cocks on and I proceeded to try and strike a kitchen match on the side of the match box. It took me a few seconds to ignite one of the lucifers and while doing so we hadn't noticed that there was a wash tub, turned upside down on the top of the stove and, at least partially, had covered one or two of the burners. When I finally succeeded in getting the match lit, instantly an explosion occured, as the tub had been filling with gas. The tub blew off of the stove top and somehow during the explosion, my cousin Robert's eyebrows got blown off. Screaming and crying he ran from the smokehouse and down the hill. I frantically yelled after him to be quiet, but to no avail. I guess losing your eyebrows in a smokehouse explosion was pretty tramatic. His mother, my aunt, had already warned me not hurt him anymore, since I had previously jammed a marble up his nose, and when she heard the screaming, she came flying out of the house. Seeing her son lunge down the hill with his hands over his face and smoke billowing from the open door of the smokehouse, she yelled at me, "You've killed him this time!"

Soon after, my dad gave me the whippin' of my life. My cousin, Robert and I, aren't very close to this day.
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[racindude]

[Rock]

I don't think I'll like you much either Dave.

Originally Posted by Rock

I don't think I'll like you much either Dave.

But Stan, I'd never blow your eyebrows off...on purpose.

[Rock]

Okay. All's forgiven. But it was a "hair raising" story.

[sonoffatboy]

did his eyebrows grow back?..

i recall as young teenager getting bombed on this italian kids old mans homemade wine with a few of my friends ..one of them passed out so we thought it would be fun to shave off his eyebrows...to this day i cannot think of anything as how hysterical that this dude got when he woke up and got a look in the mirror...specially when we informed him it took 15 years to grow the ones we just shaved off and it would another 15 for them to grow back...

just about split a gut laughin so hard that day...

fuk'n kids can be cruel eh>

They grew back..but he did look,...odd,..for awhile.

[route66paul]

I knew this girl in school..........

[rk custom]

I had a cousin that was fun to goof around with
he always seemed to get hurt when we played too
I thought he was just accident prone
my aunt his mom thought I was trying to kill him
I think we were both half right

A two hole, heck your grandpa must have been uptown. My grandpa only had a 1 hole'r. Hole'r is that a word?

Originally Posted by Desert_Comm

A two hole, heck your grandpa must have been uptown. My grandpa only had a 1 hole'r. Hole'r is that a word?

We were probably the envy of the holler.

[TalonChief]

When I was real young--maybe 3 or 4--there was a family down the street name Shore. They had a son my age named Mike. He shoulda' worn a helmet. Every time that kid got hurt, I go blamed.

The one I remember the most was him walking around on a bunch of limestone boulders they had around the foundation of their house. He fell and got a bloody head wound. His mom's exact words, screamed at me, were, "what did you do to him."

I wonder if he lived to adulthood?

[duhast]

Robert and I, aren't very close to this day.

It was the marble....

Originally Posted by GrayRider

We were probably the envy of the holler.

RUB!!!!!!!

[dynageno]

Great story Gray. I can see why he don't like ya very much though. May some tattoo'ed brows are in order?