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In college, we shot a potato gun at our RA’s door. It sounded like a shotgun, so we bolted into my buddy’s room. we then came out of our room a few seconds later and pretended like we had no idea what was going on (like the rest of our floor) we went and looked at the door, but there were only a few chunks of potato on his door. We then noticed the rest of the potato was completely smashed and stuck between the door and the door jam. when our RA came running out, mashed potatoes fell on him. too funny. our RA was a dick.