Talk about a social faux pas.
A 74-year-old grandmother bought a bag of potatoes at her local market, brought it home, and found a live hand grenade among the spuds. Of course, she didn’t know it was a grendade until she washed the dirt off of it, at which point it was quite evident. Fortunately, police and explosives experts were able to safely detonate the thing before she tried mashing or baking it.
Of course, if it’s this easy to mistake the two things, you also have to spare some sympathy for some poor soldier out there on the battlefield who makes the same mistake, screaming at the top of his lungs as he attacks an enemy fortification with nothing but a dirty spud in his hand. That has to be pretty embarrassing, though probably not for long. Here’s the story:
You want fries with that? Palestinian militant members of the Popular Resistance Committee take part in a news conference in Gaza in a file photo. REUTERS/Mohammed Salem
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Come at me with that yam!
- Posted by John C AbellWell, you know, somebody is bound to point out that in World War II, the german grenades were called “potato mashers” because that was their general shape. Kind of makes you think, doesn’t it?
- Posted by Robert BaslerI was just about to. Thanks for stealing my thunder — again. Now I have to figure out some lame comeback that involves a recipe for grenade that includes potatoes. Maybe in the form of vodka … hmmm.
- Posted by John C AbellI’ll pass on the perogies tonight, babe. Lately, they’ve been giving me gas. And shrapnel.
- Posted by Shawn HendricksI’ll have two bags of Grandma’s Own Idaho Banger potatoes, Lydia’s fine carrots and magazines and, what the heck, throw one of those bayonetted hams.
- Posted by Shawn Hendricks