I honestly don't have much to add to this, I just know that I wanted to be invited next time. Danger, awesomeness, competition, all rolled into one.
I didn't think anything would beat the time we took target practice at a local baseball field with our homemade potato gun, but I guess I'm wrong. I thought shooting at my friend who was out in the outfield arranging our targets (coincidentally also trash cans) and watching him scramble to avoid screeching spuds was the absolute pillar of stupid activities but this just showed me right up.
