This is a very brief post dedicated to my brother. When we were younger he would run through the house with his toast eaten into the shape of a gun. His toast gun always made a "pew" sound because I guess that's what it sounds like when you get shot with dry toast. Some humor for your Sunday evening. :)
St. Francis meets his match
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It wasn't always dry. Sometimes my toast gun was a bit soggy. But it always fired straight.
Little boys love guns.....guns guns guns guns guns guns guns. I'm gonna make a toast gun and send you a picture of it for your blog, Padre.
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