It began long ago, two young boys in an American town riding their bikes to school and little league practice.

Over the years, the boys became fast friends, united in their love for stories where things would go horribly wrong.

Pour yourself a strong beverage and buckle up. You're in the shallow end with Schnebly and Toff.

Hey everyone, look, it's TSE number 167 or 166, depending on who you talk to.

For those of you scoring along at home, that's where we are at this point. I was going to say,

we have done so many of these that we're now

just losing count it's just going to become referred to as episode whatever it was we'll just let it

fall where it may yeah let's i'd prefer not to get bogged down in details and just just let the

storytelling speak for itself well let's get right to it shall we down in details and just let the storytelling speak for itself.

Well, let's get right to it, shall we?

Jump in.

I want you to strap yourself in because this is the story of a man who didn't just take matters into his own hands.

He tried to mix a couple of different things that he probably should not have mixed.

And that would be gasoline and fire.

Of course, the result, well, a tale of triumph, sort of, disaster definitely,

and a lesson about why we don't let toddlers or adults with bad ideas near highly flammable liquids.

So we're going to call this guy Jim.

This happened in Ohio.

Okay.

And he was your average DIY enthusiast.

The kind of guy, I hate to admit it, a little bit like me, when there's a problem,

I'm like, don't call a professional, I'll just look it up on YouTube and I'll do it myself.

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