Filed in things I'm going to do when I'm a dad: when my lazy punk of a son refuses to get out of bed, he's going to get shot with a super soaker. With no mom in sight, he's dead meat.
The Super Soakers of yore were precision weapons. Small. Thin, accurate squirts. A continuous aquatic laser beam. No more. The Hydro Cannon acts just like it sounds: It's a crude, brutish instrument. More »