Trust me, I was playing with this stove out in my tiny excuse for a backyard many times before I had the cookies to put it into my silnylon tarp. Even when I did throw it in there, I squatted next to it with my hands up in a karate gesture, twirling back and forth on my heels looking for any sign of spark or smoke I also let that baby burn out long before I drifted off to sleep, no sense in looking like a big doobie strung between two trees when they found my cooked remains...
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