
How on earth did you manage to drive it all the way here from the hardware store? It had a full tank when I left. It's an old truck, I just figured it wasn't very fuel efficient. ![]() ![]() ![]() | Do you think you can fix it? It's as though all the seals in the fuel system have shriveled up and died. ![]() ![]() ![]() | but, Given a new set of seals, a fully stocked workshop and plenty of time, I could probably get it going again. ![]() ![]() ![]() | however, we're going to need food long before we'll need transportation. ![]() ![]() ![]() | I'll go and put the packer back together, you bring over whatever foodstuffs you've collected so far. ![]() ![]() ![]() | ok then, it's not much though. It'll have to do. I'll meet you there. ![]() ![]() ![]() | ![]() ![]() ![]() | poor truck. ![]() ![]() ![]() | Don't worry, we'll fix you up then you'll be the scourge of those Nazi-hippies again in no time. ![]() ![]() ![]() |
by Lliam Amor, Dan Beeston and the Goatlord.
©2009 Dan Beeston
There's no time like the Nazi-Hippy time.
Nazi-Hippies, what a very strange concept. Perhaps I should stop drinking my own bathwater. It seems the only funny around here is my taste.
Dear me...
Dear Me,
Why is your brain-keyboard filter non-operational? Do you not have a backspace key or perhaps a handy EMP device?
Welcome to the new wild west.
Regards,
Me.