The potato cannon makes a regular appearance at the Wiener Roast. With constant fine tuning, and the careful application of the propellant, the lads can lob a potato almost to the Port Cunnington Road.Not to be outdone, Jean-Luc arrived with his own, slightly more green, version. A huge section of surgical tubing, joined at the centre with a strip of old blue-jean denim, this catapult was a thing of rare beauty. Powered by human muscle, this device zinged the 'payload' almost as far as the propane powered potato cannon itself.
It dazzled. It was a hoot. It was, as the kids say, wicked.
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