Nutgraf

Punkin Chunkin has, once again, lived up to the legend. I’ve provided below a brief (about 10 seconds) totally safe for work clip of The Great Emancipator letting one fly.

• The beer was cold, the bbq was savory, and the funnel cake was both hot and powdery.
• The t-shirts were lewd, the necks were red, and I didn’t know that you could make a hat from a 12-pack box.
• The guns were big, the catapults were bold, and the punkins were hard to track with the naked eye.

In short, a good time was had by all.

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This Just In!

After hitting publish on this post, I examined my YouTube video and found this little number. It is, frankly, a pretty good summation.  Spouse says he recognizes some Russian words being shouted by the wasted blonde at the end. And I’m sure that the phrase “wasted blonde” will significantly raise my blog’s profile.

• Also, meet Merlin – Spouse’s favorite.

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There were a lot more big guns than the last time I went (about 8 years ago, though I’ll deny it if you bring it up), and a lot of trebuchets and catapults and whatnot. A couple of pics posted below, and here is the flickr stream for posterity’s sake.

Here’s the lineup – it wends off into the horizon.

And here is the lineup in the other direction:

And as much as the cannons Totally Freakin’ Rock, my heart really belongs to the very dangerous and unpredictable centrifugal machines. You have to walk all the way down the line, past all of the port-a-johns, and nearly into the woods to see them. Here’s one named Bad To The Bone.

I mean, seriously – what’s not to love?

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