1948 panhead recall

 as the dream nightmare goes, sometime around 2027 post apocalypse. im on a lonely stretch of road somewhere in western georgia headed for north alabama around 2 am, stopped along the side of the highway

i have this weird power surge when all at once the ship appears with a bright blinding light. it was clear they are not after me..

 a voice which sounded like god through the largest pa system know to earthlings says 'were not after you long hair its your pan machine we need!'; the head et pulls a 9" .44 revolver and shoots me in the left elbow.

 i  think he wanted to take me alive, in case they had any questions about the changes ive made to the power plant. and im sure they want to know how in hell ive got this springer front end soo fucked up looking.

and of course all at once both me and my machine were in the ship and they handed a me can of  magic fluid i remember them telling me it was beer so i drank it as they were dissecting my motor. this was the very last thing i recall. then three nights later i was found by the side of i-20

in texas the state troopers hauled me in and did not beleive my story. of course i resisted arrest and had to spend a couple nights.. my old woman wired me the money. and i rode my abducted pan back home to east atl.

uhhhhh-

time travels

corrupt police

im in the garden pickin vegetables last night, and this little fellow comes over onto my shoe!
he actually climed up on my shoe.

i couldnt beleive it, my rabbit police department let me down again!

 i not only had one intruder, the police corruption led to a whole family setting up a burro right in the middle of my garden inside my garden! here is the burro camp hole below and another bunny wabbit inside!

 but this little guy got to be freinds with me over a beer, and the story ended without bloodshed.
i got all soft and decided since it was late in the grow season for this portion of my patch, id let them keep their burro here for a little while.. but next year im fuckin tha po lice and builing a fence just like mr. mcgregor did.

wabbits are vewy smart

Epic Battle-Ultimate Athleticism!

Somehow no one died from the brutality!

Nice patch job on the ceiling

ruffntuff

i love beer which explains why i have all of these rad coolers,
this one is fo sho my new favorite! turd's summer collection.
words can't describe this level of awesomeness;
another classy example of mrs.turd's fine arts and crafts.

4th of July

AAA Drop In

been waiting on someone to do this because I was never in the zone or balls enuff or whatever, blah. Then out of nowhere, some inebriated ahole rolls up does it first try and made my day. hell yeah

independence party