The Exploding Toilet

Jim pushed the lawn mower over the shaggy grass, taming it back into the smooth, green expanse it was the last time he mowed it. He was finally on the last stretch of grass, panting and sweating under the relentless sun. It was at this moment that the mower hit a rock, ricocheting it right up into Jim's forehead. Jim dropped like a stone to the ground, unconcious. The lawn mower, still running, thudded onto its side and the gasoline leaked out all over the pavement.

So it was how Jim's wife found him a couple of minutes later. She called an ambulance, and Jim was carried away, alive, at least, but still unconcious. His wife snatched a handful of paper towels from the kitchen and cleaned up the gasoline on the pavement with them, tossing them into the toilet when she was done.

Jim suffered a minor concussion, and returned the next day. Exhausted, he sat down on the toilet and lit a cigarette. He unwisely dropped the still burning match between his legs into the toilet, which, in fact still had the gasoline soaked towels at the bottom. There was a large boom and Jim was thrown clear from the toilet, hitting his head on the wall. Dazedly, he thought, "Must've been something I ate."

Once again, Jim was en route to the hospital. It appeared he had 2nd or 3rd degree burns on his rump, and yet another large lump was swelling on his head. Upon hearing his story, the paramedics laughed so hard they accidentally knocked him off the gurney. He sprawled in a heap on the floor, cracking two ribs. All in all, it had not been a good day for Jim.

This story is based on an urban legend

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