Funny!

Three guys were out golfing on a beautiful sunny day.

At one hole, they had to hit over a water hazard.

The first guy hits his ball — splash — right into the water. No problem, he walks over, raises his club, and the water parts! He takes his shot and lands it on the green.

The second guy hits his ball — it floats on the water! He casually walks across the surface, hits it, and lands it on the green too.

The third guy hits his ball — straight into the water. A fish grabs it. A hawk swoops down and grabs the fish. Lightning strikes, scaring the hawk, and it drops the fish into a tree. The ball pops out of the fish’s mouth, bounces down the tree, rolls across the green… and drops right into the hole!

Moses looks at Jesus and says: “I swear, I hate golfing with your Father.”
 
The local bar had a standing $1000 challenge: the bartender would squeeze a lemon until not a single drop remained, then hand the rind to a challenger. If they could squeeze even one more drop, they’d win the cash.

Over the years, plenty of tough guys tried—dockworkers, boxers, even pro wrestlers—but nobody ever managed it.

One night, a burly biker in a leather jacket strolled in, his boots echoing across the floor. With a smirk, he said, “I’ll take your bet.”

The bartender laughed but agreed. He grabbed a lemon, squeezed it until it was bone dry, then handed the pitiful remains to the biker.

To everyone’s amazement, the biker clenched the rind in his fist and squeezed. One... two... three drops trickled into the glass.

The bar exploded with cheers. The bartender handed over the $1000 and asked, “Alright, man—what’s your deal? You a powerlifter or something?”

The biker chuckled as he pocketed the cash.

“Nah,” he said. “I’m the guy who tightens the bolts on Harleys at the factory.”
 
The local bar had a standing $1000 challenge: the bartender would squeeze a lemon until not a single drop remained, then hand the rind to a challenger. If they could squeeze even one more drop, they’d win the cash.

Over the years, plenty of tough guys tried—dockworkers, boxers, even pro wrestlers—but nobody ever managed it.

One night, a burly biker in a leather jacket strolled in, his boots echoing across the floor. With a smirk, he said, “I’ll take your bet.”

The bartender laughed but agreed. He grabbed a lemon, squeezed it until it was bone dry, then handed the pitiful remains to the biker.

To everyone’s amazement, the biker clenched the rind in his fist and squeezed. One... two... three drops trickled into the glass.

The bar exploded with cheers. The bartender handed over the $1000 and asked, “Alright, man—what’s your deal? You a powerlifter or something?”

The biker chuckled as he pocketed the cash.

“Nah,” he said. “I’m the guy who tightens the bolts on Harleys at the factory.”
The way I heard it, the winner was from the IRS!
 
I heard about the canon, years ago, when I met a guy that had worked on building and testing the canon. I live only 50 miles from Arnold Engineering, where it was developed.

My actual line of work is testing things, mostly for aerospace. I have been to a test lab in Florida that had one of these cannons and I have seen it being used for some preliminary design testing. Apparently the official testing is done at a really expensive lab so they use the cheaper options during development. It was using just air pressure and looked like a huge potato gun but with lots of instrumentation attached to it.
They were using semi-defrosted chickens aimed at what looked like a business jet looking cockpit assembly. The windows and surrounding metal survived the impacts but it was very messy.
They don't get to use it very often so it's kind of a spectacle when the testing is going on. It was not my test so I don't know much about the actual parameters but it was fun to watch.
 
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