who do things with PVC pipe, a can of hair spray, a lantern sparker thingy and�.oh yeah, a bag of potatoes — and then add some WD-40 for good measure.
do *not* try this at home.
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hahaha! no no no, it’s a potato gun. a really scary flamey potato gun.
um, ok then…won’t be trying that one.
The picture of the potato gun looks like a 3 foot tall bong. At least that’s what they tell me a bong looks like…
ooh, we love the potato guns. in the hands of trained professionals. in freaky drunkend weekend outings in New Orleans. these are some pretty strict factors that must be in place.
I am in a mood, kd. You are not on AIM. I need to f’ing vent to a good f’ing listener before I f’ing drive to f’ing Roseville and f’ing murderise some f’ing insurance f’ing claim f’ing processors who can’t do fucking math.
Know that I turn to thee in times of need, and just bathing in the glow of your Zim skin helps.
ooh, we love the potato guns. in the hands of trained professionals. in freaky drunkend weekend outings in New Orleans. these are some pretty strict factors that must be in place.
I am in a mood, kd. You are not on AIM. I need to f’ing vent to a good f’ing listener before I f’ing drive to f’ing Roseville and f’ing murderise some f’ing insurance f’ing claim f’ing processors who can’t do fucking math.
Know that I turn to thee in times of need, and just bathing in the glow of your Zim skin helps.
Potato guns? Quick, call Batty!
(since I haven’t posted today, all I can do is suggest other people be notified of things, apparently).
Be very careful if traveling through southern Iowa. The flamin’ tater gun is becoming a legend in these parts. You know how that goes… people hear the tale and try to top it with bigger and better.
i’m very afraid for you. and for southern Iowa, in general.
Did you see the whackjobs in the comments section? Sheesh.
shockingly enough, there were other guy-type people who thought this was a *good idea*. go figure. lunatics.