Seems Google is finally understanding the primacy of the potato. It validates many things. That Google is becoming smarter. That currency should be in potatoes, not dollars. That the potato is the new gold.
...his easy laugh and southern charm. Pull this trigger...it is just so electric. Not just the spark, but the 50,000 volts cursing through the tumid chamber, filled with liquid soluble polydimethalsiloxane.
One summer day last year we were in our farm house in New Hampshire. My brother's friend, Michael, had just made a spankin new potato gun. We ran out of potatos. You know what I am talkin about. Everything is happy until you run out of potatos. Mom is sitting peacefully at the picnic table reading. Michael gets the .22 and nails a chipmunk that had been terrorizing our grain supplies. He stuffed the chipmunk into the barrel. I think some cotten gauze or clothing was wrapped around to...
I am not an NRA person. But I do believe in my sovereign right to own and carry my potato guns where I please. I put them in my trunk and cruise. I really have no clue what would happen if I my trunk was searched...and a cop saw three potato guns, hairspray, and a 5 pound bag of russets.
