Before I knew what I was doing, I loaded up a dozen .30-30 rounds with jacketed bullets and (wait for it........) Trail Boss! I know, I know. I squibbed two rounds before my brain realized nothing was coming out of the barrel of my Marlin 336 (doh!). Lucky I didn't blow the thing up. I keep this episode in a handy part of my memory as a reminder of how ignorance can potentially maim and kill.
Blessed is the man who has nothing to say, and cannot be compelled to say it.