Someone got me one of those Omaha steaks packouts of meat and it came in one of those Styrofoam coolers with a dry ice packouts. whatever. . . hey wait, dry ice! So I rummage around the house to find two fans, a mullet wig, a mic stand and AT LEAST 15 scarves. I'm gonna pour water on the dry ice and play at being that really old guy with big lips from Aerosmith! Then it hit me, you've got a kid, you're middle aged and you don't even like Aerosmith. So my kid gets home and finds the cooler and asks what's in it? "Dry ice, it's dangerous, don't go near it." "Cool! let's pour water on it and make fog!" Getting older sucks. Even 3 or 4 years ago I'd have at least poured water on it but really, I'd most likely have poured water on it, shot roman candles through the fog all while blasting Slayer at 11.
Dry ice, 2 liter bottle, 4 cups water. Put ingredients in bottle. Screw lid on. Wait 15 seconds, throw. Enjoy the loud boom.
I did this recently in the kitchen and tried to get videos of Bruce the Batdog running out of the fog. The little bastard wouldn't cooperate though.
Dry ice bombs, fog and slayer. If swat doesn’t show up you may as well sign up for your AARP memebership now.
I still love playing with dry ice when it shows up. I have never wanted to dress like Steven Tyler tho.