The one time I did find myself on fire, I completely forgot about stop, drop, and roll. Instead I ran until I stumbled on the hillside, then shouted "am I still on fire?"
Aaand that story is why I no longer fucks with charcoal grills.
Caught my pants on fire from a welding spark and by the time I noticed, it was most of my leg on fire. Didn't even think to stop drop and roll, I just took off my pants.
Couple of points of advice:
Don't wear frayed clothing while welding.
Fire can't be seen through certain welding masks. If you feel warm, lift the fucking mask.
Even when I got to university and literally all but one of my friends smoked weed, I still wasn't offered any. I don't think my 'friends' liked me that much..
Oh man. This is embarrassing, but in college I didn't want to be in any one in-group (I also have some flavor of commitment issue), so I used to push my way into groups and cliques where I wasn't invited. I'd wallow in the palpable social discomfort of "Who the fuck is this?" for quite some time till I got used to it. This was my main way to score "recreational flora". I'd later turn some of them into friends maybe a couple months down the road, but thinking back on this now, I cringe into a black hole.
Well it doesn't happen. Something that's 70% water can't explode. Have you ever heard of an animal exploding randomly? There's literally no way for it to happen.
Kangaroos (aka "Roos") were these awesome shoes with a little pocket in them.
I got a pair about 13 years ago, long after they'd stopped being popular, and used them to hide my drugs in high school and college. They were awesome until I started hiding really bad drugs in there. Then they were just enabling me.
Why are you complaining about "stop drop and roll"? It's a fire safety procedure when your whole body caught on fire. It's BEST that you never have to use it.