Pahrump
Today's story and sketch "by me", began very early this morning while I was enjoying a steamy cup of "Chock Full O Nuts" the heavenly coffee, and listening to Steely Dan's "Hey Nineteen" from their Gaucho CD, when the intergalactic "FAA" Flying Aliens Association emergency fax began screeching. The fax was a crash site alert for Rescue Randy the most interesting living tissue crash test dummy in the Cosmos, also the most famous survivor of hundreds of crashes throughout the Galaxy, while piloting everything from a single seat zero gravity unicycle, to huge multidimensional space transporters. All of which has also made Randy the universe's foremost crash site investigator. But unfortunately Randy nor his crash investigation associate JB have returned from the Miss Clam Chowder Bikini competition that was held in Boston three weeks ago, which will have to be a story for another time. After reading the emergency fax, and entering the crash site GPS coordinates I exited the Man Caves Stargate into worm hole nine to the nearest exit to the crash site here in Pahrump. And having arrived it does not seem to be a very serious crash, with no fire, and no injuries, only a couple of curious beaked onlookers, my best guess it is another simple case of another Pootoosian Flying Club member failing to look at the choppers instrument panel, and in particular the fuel gauge when it was reading empty, which then caused it to quickly fall to Earth. Until next time taa ta the Rod Blog
Pahrump
Today's story and sketch "by me", began very early this morning while I was enjoying a steamy cup of "Chock Full O Nuts" the heavenly coffee, and listening to Steely Dan's "Hey Nineteen" from their Gaucho CD, when the intergalactic "FAA" Flying Aliens Association emergency fax began screeching. The fax was a crash site alert for Rescue Randy the most interesting living tissue crash test dummy in the Cosmos, also the most famous survivor of hundreds of crashes throughout the Galaxy, while piloting everything from a single seat zero gravity unicycle, to huge multidimensional space transporters. All of which has also made Randy the universe's foremost crash site investigator. But unfortunately Randy nor his crash investigation associate JB have returned from the Miss Clam Chowder Bikini competition that was held in Boston three weeks ago, which will have to be a story for another time. After reading the emergency fax, and entering the crash site GPS coordinates I exited the Man Caves Stargate into worm hole nine to the nearest exit to the crash site here in Pahrump. And having arrived it does not seem to be a very serious crash, with no fire, and no injuries, only a couple of curious beaked onlookers, my best guess it is another simple case of another Pootoosian Flying Club member failing to look at the choppers instrument panel, and in particular the fuel gauge when it was reading empty, which then caused it to quickly fall to Earth. Until next time taa ta the Rod Blog