Buddy is my trick shot marksman. While so many other people might use a bow and arrow, or a gun of some sort, Buddy prefers spears. Go figure.
We've done the apple on the head thing, the holding a balloon in front of a target bit where I wear skimpy clothes and he barely misses severing my hand. Today, he's going to spear a dime, like that famous old saying and song title.
To be on the safe side, as a dime is considerably smaller than an apple or a balloon, I will hold it with one of those 3-foot long extenda-grabbers that seniors use to retrieve cereal boxes from the top of their kitchen cupboards.
Mama didn't raise no fool, y'all...
Later!
2 comments:
I beg to differ. Mama may indeed have raised a fool. Crazy dude.
Ha Ha Ha!!
Heeeeey.........
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