So today I was sittin on my bed playin Metroid Prime for the 1,000th time, when I get the unusual urge to burn a big pile of notebook paper (no other paper...It had to be notebook). Grabing my trusty lighter an a big pile o' notebook paper, I ran out to my ol burnin' hole (A place in the backyard where I burn stuff), I crushed up all the paper and tossed it in this stone bowl that I got on vacation in New Mexico. I opened the top on my lighter, help it close to paper.....and no flame? This isnt good, Ive used this lighter for years! It cant run out on me! Running through the house, I looked everywhere for a lighter that i could empty into mine. After about 30 minutes, I realized I hadnt burned anything, so I decided Id steal one of the many lighters my girlfriend has (We share the same love of burning stuff) and refill mine. So...I got my trusty crowbar (Its acvtually one of those stakes they put in the ground to keep Soccer (Or "football" as you non americans call it) goals in the ground....I kinda stole one when I was 9) and struck It against the cement patio to get a spark, and catch a little grass filled twig on fire. Taking my Fire stick, I set the pile of paper on fire. As I was performing my Indian Fire Ritual(No, really, I do some sorta dance around fires....I dont get it either) I realized how sad I was...
The moral of the story: Always carry spare lighter fuel