Dangerous creative juices, no I don't mean hormones!
It’s a very good thing that nobody had started building those medieval piano-flinging machines when I was a teenager, the vandal years. In those long-ago days our thoughts were filled with plans for the world’s biggest slingshot, cast-iron pipe cannon, rockets and potato guns. There was an elm tree in our neighborhood that was shaped perfectly to become the slingshot from Hell. We could have launched a bowling ball for several blocks if we could have overcome the technical problems involved in... Sign in to see full entry.