I woke up to the sound of a boom at 6:20am. The boom had a hollow sound to it. Didn't sound like a gun, didn't sound like a backfire off a car, didn't sound like a firework...
I lied there thinking, "What was that?" I dead bolted the front door. Looked through the peephole. Looked out the "art room's" window.
There was light coming out of Myle's garage. There in the twilight were the familiar silhouettes of three. Potato gun. There is some mystery to that crew.
Funny thing is, Kim and I are about to go to that orgasmic farming deal and Kim told me last night she wanted to plant corn and potatoes. One of the seminars is on "Growing Food". Now I'm wondering if they have a seminar on "Shooting Food".
Millions of potatoes! Potatoes for me!
Look out!
Happy Almost 18th Kim!
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