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Finally, someone understands my fear!
Whenever I make these, I take the unopened can to my husband and I leave the room while he opens it.
My kids love them. I'll peel the paper off and then let one of them smack it on the counter. They giggle endlessly.
You grab the end, fling out and away from you. If it doesn't pop right then, take your meat tenderizer and hammer the shit out of it until it does pop… that keeps the bomb out of your hands and saves you from losing fingers and having a heart attack. >< Or get your kids to do it for you. LOL
Totally not as scary as lighting a 6'x3' grill with a lighter, as every flame vent is on. Why? Because Fire.
I always get my son or wife to open these, because my dad used to pop them in my face…looking back, it was kinda funny, but now I have an issue so…yeah…lol
worse than a jack in the box
I always get the ones that won't open.
Wussy.
Love it!
Aw man, that stuff causes me major anxiety. It's right up there with that sit-on-the-balloon game!