Walking Wounded

My cousins Micheal (left) and Richard (right) present me with a potato gun and a potato. I say “Sweet! Let’s hit that red swing back there!”

Richard packs the potato.

Then, fill chamber with mapp gas (it works best, it was proven in a science project).

I take the gun and aim (How old am I?).

FIRE! I missed just low and to the left. Even with the next 30 shots I never hit it. Very disappointing.

Oh well, lets go to a different field and just go for distance. Boom!!

I guess not your classic Thanksgiving but I had a blast.

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