A friend of mine brought over his latest toy to show off. On the way over his truck started to overheat, so he asked me to babysit his toy while he went back for another truck. We moved it into my foyer, because teenagers. (You'll see.)
While he was gone Mr. and Mrs. Bible thumpers knocked on my front door and started preaching even I pointed out the "No bible thumpers!" sign. So I interrupted them:
Me: Do you want to go to Heaven?
He: Of course!
Me: Okay, I can help with that.
Then I stepped out of the way and they saw a 12 pounder cannon in a naval carriage point directly at them. I walked around behind the piece and pretended to light the fuse. Don't know what happened to them after that, but that bang might have been air rushing into the spot they had just vacated.
While he was gone Mr. and Mrs. Bible thumpers knocked on my front door and started preaching even I pointed out the "No bible thumpers!" sign. So I interrupted them:
Me: Do you want to go to Heaven?
He: Of course!
Me: Okay, I can help with that.
Then I stepped out of the way and they saw a 12 pounder cannon in a naval carriage point directly at them. I walked around behind the piece and pretended to light the fuse. Don't know what happened to them after that, but that bang might have been air rushing into the spot they had just vacated.
