And so the mayhem begins… Yeah, why bother to chase
down the bad guys when you have a solid fuel rocket
that can do it faster and flashier! Pity, their town center
is far cleaner than any I’ve seen. Let’s fix that!
Whoa whoa whoa… he’s right Cassie, NEVER look away,
you’re the ships eyes there! Whether your hunting a rabbit,
or are the rabbit being hunted, NEVER look away! A split
second can make the difference between a ship crashing
on the planet and a dodge.
My only complain was due to the one
I got at an auction, a 2500 4×4 for $3800.
I had to drop another $1500 just to get it
drive-able and another $800 to get the 4×4
to stop switching at random. Then a
crap-ton of other repairs and I can’t handle
it anymore, trans is slipping and the brain had
to factory reset just to get it to run! Ugh, never
let a clueless kid with a dealer pad anywhere
near your truck… “I can fix it” no, you can’t…
Yeah that road is too dull, lets add in a few concrete/rock gardens
around the buildings, a few decorative car fires, a splash of yellow,
brown, and red here and there, should do the trick nicely >:)
President Elect Toxic Deplorable Racist SAH Neanderthal B Woodman Domestic Violent Extremist SuperStraight
Hi all, still here. Decided to reread from the beginning as well as
catch up with a number of other comics I read but with the number
of unexpected interruptions I’ve had I have just caught up tonight.
Being derived from a prey species that (on Earth) is hunted by just
about every predator their size, and the last ditch food source of
some larger species, I thought the Lagomorpha would be much more
cautious joining the empire. Instead they almost immediately jumped
in, although one wonders if the instant acceptance of Marise had
something to do with it. No need to comment on the mayhem surrounding
the zoo crew and escorts, panel eight says all that needs to be said.
Glad to see you’re back and doing better, I know PC missed you!
Yeah, the Prime (now King Jon) picked up on the fact of how badly
needed the Lapridae were needed and that the Empire was a MUCH
better choice than the core, he didn’t hesitate. Plus the fact that
Marise had taken to Kima so easily and there was 2 other races at
the meeting that had only good things to say about the Empire.
I suspect we will be seeing so many of the Buns now throughout
the Empire.
That ear scratch tells me not only they have sensitive ears, but
having to reach that far to get to an ear-tip, having long ears
would be a major pain.
Here’s a travel game for you, adult version. Replace the
make or name of the car company with the word “anal.”
that way the Ford Explorer becomes the Anal Explorer.
You’d be surprised just how funny that can be!
Explains the term “bug up his butt!” heh. I had a P1800 briefly, but
the engine was abused and a 2 liter wouldn’t fit. When I tore it down
for a rebuild, all the pistons were burnt through the ring grooves
and one was to the wrist pin. The block was wrecked as well. So we
stripped it for parts. Real pity too, I loved the look of that car!
I had planned on doing the body work too. The older Volvo engines
would run like a scared ape if you advanced the timing way out to
20 degrees (stock was 10-12), but at a cost… Buyer beware…
Mine was a 1970 with the factory mag
wheels and the overdrive four-speed.
I loved that car, but it had a rust
problem that eventually sent it to
the scrap yard.
I think mine was a 70 as well, white paint, AM radio, 4 speed stick.
The body was rusted bad too, but savable. I’ve braised in a few floor
boards by then so I was pretty sure of myself. But it was blowing
smoke out the crankcase vent and was a pain to start, so I pulled
the head off and my heart sank. Deep scoring in all cylinders, 3
valve seats were pitted. Hours of honing didn’t get rid of them. Parts
were VERY hard to get in ’79, no one carried them. So parts car for
my fathers cars. The carbs wound up on his ’72 142, as well as the
rims (with spacers). The trans and rear axle wouldn’t fit, so I sold
them.
I guess their “Car Free Zone” signs weren’t big enough.
.
No one “Needs” an SUV.
.
Especially one with a 40 gallon fuel tank. If it was limited to
10 gallons, they wouldn’t have made it to the street festival.
Or it was just another wack-job, “Kids having a festival?!?
There must be evil things going on! I must stop it at any
cost!” that thinking reminds me of the broad that thought
my kid sisters panther was a witches familiar, therefore
she was a witch and evil. In church no less!
And so the mayhem begins… Yeah, why bother to chase
down the bad guys when you have a solid fuel rocket
that can do it faster and flashier! Pity, their town center
is far cleaner than any I’ve seen. Let’s fix that!
Whoa whoa whoa… he’s right Cassie, NEVER look away,
you’re the ships eyes there! Whether your hunting a rabbit,
or are the rabbit being hunted, NEVER look away! A split
second can make the difference between a ship crashing
on the planet and a dodge.
I’m more of a Chevy man myself…
I’m gonna Dodge that remark.
HAH.
I’ll take a GMC in a pinch…
OUCH! Not THAT kind!
You know what GMC stands for right?
“Got More Cash?”
AMC was similar,
“Any More Cash?”
NOT THE FACE! Ok ok I’ll stop…
for now 😉
Keep that up and you might run into
a great wall and see lots of stars!
Doesn’t matter if its from china or
galaxies from deep space
Oh, you mean like “Fix Or Repair Daily”?
My wife and I used to spar over that.
She insisted it was “Found On Road Dead.”
“Fucked Over Rusted Dodge”
GMC garage man’s companion.
I know Found on road dead.
My only complain was due to the one
I got at an auction, a 2500 4×4 for $3800.
I had to drop another $1500 just to get it
drive-able and another $800 to get the 4×4
to stop switching at random. Then a
crap-ton of other repairs and I can’t handle
it anymore, trans is slipping and the brain had
to factory reset just to get it to run! Ugh, never
let a clueless kid with a dealer pad anywhere
near your truck… “I can fix it” no, you can’t…
I learned it as Rebuilt Dodge.
JEEP:
Just Empty Entire Pockets
Yeah that road is too dull, lets add in a few concrete/rock gardens
around the buildings, a few decorative car fires, a splash of yellow,
brown, and red here and there, should do the trick nicely >:)
“Weapons free! I say again, weapons free!
Light ’em up like a cheap cigar!”
Hi all, still here. Decided to reread from the beginning as well as
catch up with a number of other comics I read but with the number
of unexpected interruptions I’ve had I have just caught up tonight.
Being derived from a prey species that (on Earth) is hunted by just
about every predator their size, and the last ditch food source of
some larger species, I thought the Lagomorpha would be much more
cautious joining the empire. Instead they almost immediately jumped
in, although one wonders if the instant acceptance of Marise had
something to do with it. No need to comment on the mayhem surrounding
the zoo crew and escorts, panel eight says all that needs to be said.
Glad to see you’re back and doing better, I know PC missed you!
Yeah, the Prime (now King Jon) picked up on the fact of how badly
needed the Lapridae were needed and that the Empire was a MUCH
better choice than the core, he didn’t hesitate. Plus the fact that
Marise had taken to Kima so easily and there was 2 other races at
the meeting that had only good things to say about the Empire.
I suspect we will be seeing so many of the Buns now throughout
the Empire.
“back and doing better”
I REALLY need to let the caffeine
kick in before I type anything…
That ear scratch tells me not only they have sensitive ears, but
having to reach that far to get to an ear-tip, having long ears
would be a major pain.
Here’s a travel game for you, adult version. Replace the
make or name of the car company with the word “anal.”
that way the Ford Explorer becomes the Anal Explorer.
You’d be surprised just how funny that can be!
I’ve had a Coronet, Charger, and Dart.
Also a 450SL and a P1800…
Europeans are no fun.
Except for the Beetle…
Explains the term “bug up his butt!” heh. I had a P1800 briefly, but
the engine was abused and a 2 liter wouldn’t fit. When I tore it down
for a rebuild, all the pistons were burnt through the ring grooves
and one was to the wrist pin. The block was wrecked as well. So we
stripped it for parts. Real pity too, I loved the look of that car!
I had planned on doing the body work too. The older Volvo engines
would run like a scared ape if you advanced the timing way out to
20 degrees (stock was 10-12), but at a cost… Buyer beware…
Mine was a 1970 with the factory mag
wheels and the overdrive four-speed.
I loved that car, but it had a rust
problem that eventually sent it to
the scrap yard.
I think mine was a 70 as well, white paint, AM radio, 4 speed stick.
The body was rusted bad too, but savable. I’ve braised in a few floor
boards by then so I was pretty sure of myself. But it was blowing
smoke out the crankcase vent and was a pain to start, so I pulled
the head off and my heart sank. Deep scoring in all cylinders, 3
valve seats were pitted. Hours of honing didn’t get rid of them. Parts
were VERY hard to get in ’79, no one carried them. So parts car for
my fathers cars. The carbs wound up on his ’72 142, as well as the
rims (with spacers). The trans and rear axle wouldn’t fit, so I sold
them.
Update on the story I mentioned back in May about the cops who
drove head-on into a speeding vehicle to prevent it from plowing
through a kid-filled street festival (Surveillance camera saw it happen):
https://www.4029tv.com/article/sallisaw-police-officers-intentionally-crash-into-suspects-vehicle/43820933
When are they going to ban assault automobiles?
Those things kill way more than firearms!
Then once they succeed, they should focus on those
awful assault hippos! They kill as many if not more!
I guess their “Car Free Zone” signs weren’t big enough.
.
No one “Needs” an SUV.
.
Especially one with a 40 gallon fuel tank. If it was limited to
10 gallons, they wouldn’t have made it to the street festival.
The only thing that stops a bad guy with an SUV
is a good guy with an SUV. (Or a rocket launcher)…
Or it was just another wack-job, “Kids having a festival?!?
There must be evil things going on! I must stop it at any
cost!” that thinking reminds me of the broad that thought
my kid sisters panther was a witches familiar, therefore
she was a witch and evil. In church no less!
Ah, I missed the part where they were fleeing, just 3 petty
thieves making a break for it and went the wrong way.
I could see it if you lived in Canada or any lake effect snow area.
But these people just want the biggest and baddest show-off
vehicle.