But, as usual, my wife won't let me get one of these things either. She claims that we can't spare the potatoes.
Of course, to be a really cool contraption, the inventor would have to figure out how to incorporate some kind of breech-loading mechanism....
(My wife was watching me type this, and was expecting that last sentence to turn out, "...would have to figure out how to incorporate some kind of FLAMING POTATO!" Um, sounds good to me....)
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