Gawker's
Today's story and sketch "by me", I have just arrived at the crash site of a "DHC", dimension hopper chopper piloted by two Gawkers from the Planet Falondi, the Gawker brothers traveled through a dimension time space continuum portal near their goat farm on Falondi without fully reading the dimension jumping operating manual, which would have strongly advised not to use the default dimension jumping setting, which is only a default if you are on the Planet Soorthu where the DHC Kits are manufactured. The Gawkers built the DHC in their barn on Falondi. It took the brothers seventeen years to build the DHC, in their excitement to have finally finished building the DHC and to get away from their stinky goat barn, the Gawker brothers not only didn't read the final Ninety seventh and most important final chapter of the DHC instructions, which strongly recommended before entering the nearest dimension portal, set the auto pilot to the three hour Honolulu tour, and wished the DHC kit builders good luck, and thank you for buying the kit. The Gawkers also by not reading the last chapter, did not read the check list with recommended essential steps before loading the DHC for take off. First recommendation for a successful enjoyable flight, starting with good hygiene, a nice hot shower, a fresh clean flight suit, complete first aid kit, at minimum a one month supply of moon pies. The Gawkers first flight erratic behavior started the third week in worm hole nine, while arguing who should have removed the thick shipping protective window coverings, which made looking out into space totally impossible, then blaming the other for not packing beer and moon pies. There flight ended this morning when the DHC ran out of fuel and were hit from behind by an Intergalactic Transporter, then rolled uncontrollably along the side of a military battle cruiser, scraping off most of the heat shield finish, and that thick protective window covering, which made their entire crash a visible experience, as they were shot out through the Playa Beautimus stargate, sent tumbling and rolling across the Mojave Desert at nine hundred miles an hour before resting on top of the palms. Above you see Rescue Randy the most interesting living tissue crash test dummy in the Galaxy arriving to get the Gawkers out of the trees, and who knows after their experience may offer them jobs as test pilots, until next time taa ta the Rod Blog.
Gawker's
Today's story and sketch "by me", I have just arrived at the crash site of a "DHC", dimension hopper chopper piloted by two Gawkers from the Planet Falondi, the Gawker brothers traveled through a dimension time space continuum portal near their goat farm on Falondi without fully reading the dimension jumping operating manual, which would have strongly advised not to use the default dimension jumping setting, which is only a default if you are on the Planet Soorthu where the DHC Kits are manufactured. The Gawkers built the DHC in their barn on Falondi. It took the brothers seventeen years to build the DHC, in their excitement to have finally finished building the DHC and to get away from their stinky goat barn, the Gawker brothers not only didn't read the final Ninety seventh and most important final chapter of the DHC instructions, which strongly recommended before entering the nearest dimension portal, set the auto pilot to the three hour Honolulu tour, and wished the DHC kit builders good luck, and thank you for buying the kit. The Gawkers also by not reading the last chapter, did not read the check list with recommended essential steps before loading the DHC for take off. First recommendation for a successful enjoyable flight, starting with good hygiene, a nice hot shower, a fresh clean flight suit, complete first aid kit, at minimum a one month supply of moon pies. The Gawkers first flight erratic behavior started the third week in worm hole nine, while arguing who should have removed the thick shipping protective window coverings, which made looking out into space totally impossible, then blaming the other for not packing beer and moon pies. There flight ended this morning when the DHC ran out of fuel and were hit from behind by an Intergalactic Transporter, then rolled uncontrollably along the side of a military battle cruiser, scraping off most of the heat shield finish, and that thick protective window covering, which made their entire crash a visible experience, as they were shot out through the Playa Beautimus stargate, sent tumbling and rolling across the Mojave Desert at nine hundred miles an hour before resting on top of the palms. Above you see Rescue Randy the most interesting living tissue crash test dummy in the Galaxy arriving to get the Gawkers out of the trees, and who knows after their experience may offer them jobs as test pilots, until next time taa ta the Rod Blog.