Yeah and smoked , and he just pushed harder. And then he looked at it and tried to cut again. I said maybe you cut a nail, he said the wood is new , I said did you cut the concrete and he got all pissed off and changed the blade. Later he said he didn't know what happened to the blade but it just quit cutting , I was like I don't know I finishing concrete. And he never figured it out .
fucking epic.
In grad school, we had a hazing thing we did.
Ever see what acetone does to Styrofoam? It is the basis of filming scenes involving a super-corrosive. It's how they did the "molecular acid" (!) scene in Ridley Scott's original
Alien.
Anyhow, at room temp, acetone munches through Styrofoam with the leisure and precision of a school of meth-soaked piranha who just found a clumsy cow. But at Dry Ice temperature, this torrid molecular affair is literally frozen into not happening.
So they gave me a Dixie Cup containing acetone and Dry Ice; "this is your cold bath; take good care of it". I took great care of it. I pitched the acetone charge into the liquid waste can and rinsed the cup out with water.
I learned great compassion from that incident, which surely explains why I rick rolled three new grad students with it.