when i was little me and my dad where fixing his car.i had a pickle.AND A PAIR OF PLYERS.MY DAD NEEDED THEM.SO WE TRADED.I GAVE HIM PLYERS HE GAVE ME A BLOW TORCH.I DISIDED TO TOAST MY PICKLE.YOUKNOW IT MIGHT TASTE GOOD.GUESS WHAT HAPPEND NEXT...I I I TROU IT AT MY DAD AND SAID YOUR IT.