Reeder, everyone,
The particular locale where the Punkin Chunkin is held?
My hometown. Less than a mile away from my house, in fact.
Why yes, I do live in an area where a big cultural event is when hydraulic cannons shoot frozen pumpkins across a field.
:eek: Let’s hope they’re aiming the cannons away from your house!
As a matter of fact, they did shoot in the opposite direction. (And they changed location a few years ago, but it was held by my house before.)
Interestingly enough, one year they stretched a big “X” over the roof of the Lewes Church of Christ to use as a target. Nobody hit it, which is good if only because there would have been severe roof damage. (They are frozen, after all.) There have been incidents of damaged cars, though.
Oh God, help me!
Euty, they are right there on the tip of my brain, and I can’t get it to click!
Someone stop the madness!
“You owe me restitution!”
Well, since we’re doing spelling quibbles, I’d like to take issue with the title of the thread.
“Homicide” is killing a person, so a “pumpkin homicide” would surely be killing a person with a pumpkin- perhaps by hitting him on the head with it, or putting it over his head so they cannot breathe.
Yes, I know that ‘him’ is a gender-biased pronoun to use for ‘person,’ but I don’t know why on earth I would want to kill a <i>woman</i> with a pumpkin.
Surely this is a simple case of pumpicide.
No, that’s when you kill someone with spike heels.
Man, tough crowd!
But in all honesty, by the time I had gutted them with the help of four of the five heathens, I was about ready to kill someone with a pumpkin.
Namely my husband who didn’t raise a finger to help, but kept walking in asking if I was done yet!
Euty is a bad bad man!
It’s a good thing I am into the whole tease and torture thing.
“That’s okay. I’ve done a lot of stupid things too.”
[sub]"Stupid! Whattya mean stupid??? …[/sub]
The pumpkin shoot was indeed a blast 
We not only turned several truckloads of pumpkins into muddy mush, setting off some explosives that had been planted inside them, we somehow managed to start a fire in the woods behind the backstop ('s ok, it was easily extinguished). I didn’t get to shoot any of the big toys though, only an Uzi and an M16.
photos and movies (turn your volume all the way up for realism) of last year’s pumpkin shoot:
http://www.tmcarms.com/photos.htm
You don’t have to pull all the guts out… as proven by this particularly hideous specimen, whose photo was sent to me last Halloween.
“Nothing but sincerity as far as the eye can see.”
Don’t you start now!
“You’d better cut it out right now or I’ll pound you!”
EEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!! that was such a disgusting picture! (i have it as the background of my monitor now :D)
dammit, i sooooo miss jack-o-lanterns! but taiwan a. doesn’t have proper pumpkins (no demand! [sub]partypooper taiwanese[/sub]), b. doesn’t celebrate Halloween (which explains a.), c. hi Opal!, and d. does not have jack-o-lanterns in general. urgh… goes green
Good Grief! You don’t recognize these?
I know them enough that I recognise I should know where they come from, but I just can’t place them.
And it is driving me crazy!
I cannot believe that nobody has come to my rescue! Don’t you people love me anymore?
clue #1: the author was called Sparky by his friends.
