My Grandma Great was having a meeting of the Women's Christian Temperance Union in her parlor one hot summer afternoon, when Great-Grandpa's homemade beer started exploding in the basement, one after another, "Boom, boom, boom!"
She was mortified. I don't think he ever heard the end of it.
BlackChef, your situation sounds like one of those "I Love Lucy" moments that happen to me.
Bless your heart, what a mess.
My husband dropped one of those plastic, screw-top bottles of Coke on the floor one day. Not only did it explode, but when it started spewing, it was like the bottle had a jet engine, spinning it around in circles. Coke went EVERYWHERE, all over the walls, the ceiling, anything within 12 feet. We scrubbed and scrubbed, but to this day, you can still see streaks in certain places.