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I decided to hop on the recent potato train with a tale that happened about two years ago. 

I was in my junior yer of high school and skyping with a group of friends. A popular vine that had been going around was [this one] a potato slowly flying around a room while a kid sings a parody of Frank Ocean's "Thinkin Bout You". In all my momentary 16 year old glory, I decided that I was going to recreate the vine. So I went downstairs, dug in the pantry, and pulled out a hulking solid block of a potato. The bigger the better, right? 

After going back upstairs, I used a strap to tie the potato to the ceiling fan. I focused my webcam onto the ceiling fan, and flicked on the fan.
It was funny at first, watching the potato glide around my room on the strap, I made my friends laugh, mission accomplished. I decided to just leave the potato on the fan, flying around my room.
What I did not know was that my fan was on the highest setting, and the devil's whirlwind was only starting its potato fueled fury.

Now, my room back at my parents house was small. Very small. And this potato was very large and very heavy. I didn't notice what was happening until I heard the fan started to make thunking noises. The potato is zooming across the room, and since the strap hung down, it's at head level with me. I'm panicking, desperately trying to avoid the flying projectile potato, and hopelessly watching it knock everything in my tiny room down. It's hit me at least twice by now, and that shit hurt like hell. All of my friends on Skype are witnessing this happen to me and screaming like idiots. I take my computer and manage run out into to hall, examining the damage- (the potato has started to weigh the fan blade down by now,bending it) before turning off the fan and watching the potato come to a stop. I had two potato sized bruises for the next week.
<bot>: Tied a potato to a ceiling fan, it became a dangerous projectile, destroyed my room and almost my ceiling fan.