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I love Gary Corby's blog. So much awesome historical stuffs, and crazy tales like this lol
Are you suggesting all the finalists try to shoot each other out of hot air balloons over Paris? I could get behind the "in Paris" part of this, but I'd like to forego the blunderbuss bit. I think all the finalists deserve to live long enough for all our books to be published.Maybe we can find a carnival that has one of those "shoot the clown in the mouth with water to blow up the balloon" games instead? It still involves shooting and balloons, but far less risk of death.Thanks for the amazingly interesting historical post, though!
I say **go for it**! No guts, no glory.
I was thinking more in terms of anyone willing to go up in a hot air balloon with a wolverine. (that makes the blunderbusses more attractive doesn't it?)
Oh, okay then. I suppose I can fend off a wolverine at altitude with a blunderbuss. Maybe not Wolverine, but *A* wolverine. Sure. I'd be willing to give that a try...I think it would depend on how big the basket was, though. I'm picturing myself in a basket the size of a phone booth with an angry, hungry, full-grown wolverine, so on second thought, maybe not. Not enough room to get the wolverine in front of the blunderbuss.Great, now I'm going to spend the rest of the day making up scenarios in which this might actually happen.
My work here is done!
Hey, wait a minute!I'm a wolverine. Just not the Wolverine, mutton chops look ridiculous on me and I would have to wear a girdle and a mansierre.Put a muscle suit on Paul Blart-Mall Cop and you get the picture.But,Put me in a basket, dangle me from a ball of silk filled with hot air and point a blunderpuss at me?Now that's a throwdown I can't wait to see on You Tube!Where's Bobbie Flay, I'm hungry.
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