Hazing is a great tradition, right?

On my first night in the fire station they set me on fire.

I was the new guy, fresh out of the academy. We answered a few box alarms, responded to some rescue runs and goofed around between calls. Eventually everybody hit the rack. I was the sole survivor in the day room, and at around 0400 finally gave in and headed for the dorm. It was quiet in there, if you consider a dozen firefighters snoring and farting quiet. After an hour of eyes wide open in the dark, the toxic fumes emanating from my fellow firefighters finally put me to sleep…




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