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The northeast was struck by a tropical storm of Hindenbergial magnitude, and tragically, the battery farm was not exempt. The inclement weather adversely affected the dubiously-conceived yard sale, dissapointing all who brought their rug-art collections to sell. Fortunately, we thrilled to the heroic arrival of Buddha, who'd travelled for 26 hours straight from Texas by plane, then automobile, and finally tow-truck, in a vain attempt to make the 6 am kick-off. Though he killed a deer in the process, and almost himself, he won the Waitsian Meritorious Acheivment Award for Baffling Stubborness Despite All Odds. |
But more importantly, with Buddha still in one peice - at least, for the moment - a new potato canon could once again endanger the health and safety of all at the Battery Farm. And that's why we look to Buddha to keep the "huh?" in "humor." |
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A successful hurling by cannon calls for drinks, and the means to projectile hurl later. Thanks to Brooklyn Brewery for supplying the means to this end, Paulaner Octoberfest. |
Often, when we lose the potatoes we feel close to, a family feels both a moment of sadness and regret at the absence of little fries, and joy at their airborn velocity. |