but all I can say is sorry for the delay..
All 296 of em.
I hope you enjoy!
Crazy Coloradans In Canada
Well, with the trip coming up, we have been a little bit busy.
Both Beth and I bought burdensome flash memory. Beth looks at it, and ponders, “I wonder how many picture I can fit on 8GB?”
Next I’ve been riding my motorcycle (Big Blundering Blue Ole’ Bertha) around a lot more, and I’m really liking the cost of fuel.
So much so, that I decided to ride up Lookout Mtn. for fun.
Next on the list of stuff was working on the van. This was not an easy task because it’s a Dodge.
More fun, was rebuilding the carburetor of Bertha. She got sick of me making her take me everywhere, and so she died. The Carbs however, didn’t want to be repaired and broke. I had to buy a new set at a junkyard.
Once the seat is off, all the guts are available to rip out.
Well, that’s it for now, so I’ll end with a really bad joke.
Q. Where is a pirates favorite place to eat?
We rode a little further when Frank and Bill got snatched out. They screamed to us for help, but we could do little to help them. They were carried to the steps of a giant house then Bill was placed on a brick post by a light, as Frank was carried closer to the door. The rest of us sighed a sigh of relief knowing that we were safe a little longer, but we didn't have a clue what was going to happen to us.
The car started moving again. About twenty minutes later we stopped. All of us felt the knots in our throats when they lifted up the whole bin, and took us out of the car! Sal got dropped on the way out, and we heard him shrieking something about his legs coming off! Next went Jordan, then Darrel, then Joe, then Daniel, and then Sean! There were too many names to remember!
Finally, Vinnie and I were the only ones left, so I scrunched down in the corner hoping not to be taken, I figured I wouldn't be taken anyway, for I was missing an arm since the war. The hand came in, and scooped up Vinnie! He yelled to me, "Don't ever forget me!" I said "NEVER!", then he was gone. All alone in the bin, when suddenly the hand came in again, the warmth of the fingers clasping my leg was the last warmth I felt that night. I was placed on a fence post, and left for dead.
Will we ever find out what happened to Mr. Nut? Tune in next time! When "Adventures In mayday" continues.
Beth gives a demonstration of how to properly ride a bike