GOTFAWKINGDAYUM! we are having some turrible issues with tares, I am totally befawkingflomaxed about what to do and we runnin outta time fast before the big race. We are in desperate need of fawking racin’ tares and we can’t get nobody to give us any tares (hell I thank it’s a gotdayum flatbiller consperecey), we can’t find no fawking free tares, hellz we can’t even figure out what KIND of tares we need for the dessert. And now that bastard Goatking has switched to stupid 16.5 rims and I can’t even source any out at the walmart parkin lot that will fit. Here me now and believe me later my friends I have racked my bygawd brains out tryin to figure a solution to this problem. My own personal knowledge tells me that Groundhawgs are nodoubt the best tare ever made period but you can’t gettem in that stupidass size. So next I got cranked UP on some a that good **** and stayed up for about 6 straight days reading every tire thread that has ever been wrote on the pirate4x4 innernet. My conclusion? There is a tire out there somewhere called the ThornTurd that IS the ****, best thang ever made, but I can’t find the sumbitches anywhere, wtf man are they handed out only to top racers like SleazyRick or whut? So **** next I then decided to try some extreme bygawd measures to take my thinking process to the whole next level, **** that in the past has helped me come up with some of my best idears like the BigBird Chassis and double action red shocks..…..first me and JonJohn built a genuine Indian sweathut outta old goat-hides and bones and spent about 4 days in there together nekkid, meditaterin, chantin mantra's, and smoking artificial mary-J till our fawking eyes bled, nothin- we did thank up a solution to the global economy crisis, (email on the way to Obama bin Sama btw). Next I went to the Fort Payne PigglyWiggly and picked up the bygawd fattest chick I could find and spent the next 48 hours having tantric sex with her…….nothing. I drank my own piss…..nothing. I funneled pure corn likker and watched goat porn…..nothing. I have come to realize that a desperate measure calls for a desperate time. Now I hate that Fawking GoatKing for what he’s done to me and JonJohn, I hope him and his goat cornholin buddy GODdevil get what’s coming to their fawkin asses someday, BUT I hate GOTdayum Flatbillers even more so I am willing to make THE ultimate fawking sacrifice to help Team RobbyBobby win the KOH race.....……………………………………………………………………………………......... .................................................. .................................................. .........
I have decided to climb to the top of Mount Aetna to ask the Rock God of all the 4x4 world what to do. Many of you have probably never heard of him and he may kill me on the very spot just for revealing his very existence but I must take that chance. They say His Name at one time was ZukBilly and that at some point he came from that great center of knowledge, learning and light- Ringold, GA. Once years ago he was involved in a freak accident on Balls Hill while attemptin a full throttle attempt, Lightnin’ came down from heaven and struck his rig right at the crest of the hill, barrel rollin his ass about a hunert times all the back down. His rig flew to fawkin pieces and his battered body rolled to a stop at the bottom, his hair and skin had turned white as snow, many thought he was dead and in fact his homies left him for dead with a natty light in his folded hands. Eventually he rose from the dead kinda like the baby Jesus and he assended hisself up to the peak of Mt. Aetna where he built a glorrius fortress of Solitude from the burnt out shells of old abanded rigs left up on the mountain. He gained a freak power during his accident- complete bygawd Knowledge my friends, of EVERYfawking thing……BUT he also became completely intolerant of dipshits askin him stupid asshat questions. Many have gone seeking his knowledge, sofar none have returned. So now I have to try and find this grand wizard of fawesomeness. It will take everything I’ve got and many days to assend to the peak of the mountain, IF I make it I am bringing him a gift of high octane meth that Jonboy cooked up that I hope will bring me into his graces and save me from the horrible fate that has met the others.
Pray for me, I go now alone into the wilderness. Probably to die. If I don’t return can yall please help take care and watch over my precious bastard grandson “Little Timmay� As you can see here he has the genes to be the best rockbouncer/fabrimacator of all times. Thank You.
http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lw...79lmo1_500.jpg (warning this is a pic of a nekkid baby)