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There was a guy, back when I was young in Nebraska, that had a cannon. I real live cannon. Don't remember the specifics, but he'd take coffee cans, the big ones, and sometimes the big tomato sauce cans, and fill them full of cement and shoot them out of the cannon across a lake into the far bank. So very rad. He also used to sit on top of the cannon while it went off. This guy was crazy. Then one time something went wrong and the can never made it out. Blew that thing sky high. We found parts of that thing half a mile away in a field. Luckily he wasn't sitting on it when that happened.
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