STRANGE TALES OF THE
2TON 30 INCH
BROTHERHOOD
It started out with the Baja Warrior 200 getting the best of Egg. He nearly ran it through my garage wall.
So I had to show him how to handle a hog, since I have one.
He got so dejected that he decided to trim his beard.
To make it up to me, he and A Dewey Pyle took Peter Dragon and I on a tour to the mysterious Pet Cemetery. During our supply stop, a truck driver said one of the coolest, kindest things one human could ever say to another human: "Do you guys need a bunjee cord?" Indeed we did. And with supplies firmly attached to Egg's.......rack.....I mean......rack......we proceeded to one of the weirdest places I've ever been to on a ride. Part Mardi Gras, part Mad Maxian post-apocalyptic wonderland, part bonfire bum camp made out of discarded lawn furniture and playground toys and hoses and lattice and stolen for sale signs and rotten wood and various and sundry other quality items. The place is just weird. And I can't tell you where it is because we have adopted it as 2ton sacred ground. Entry now requires the secret word and a blood sacrifice.
There was a log.
It made A Dewey Pyle very happy.
So Egg decided to join him on his log.
This place shall now be known as Jeffery Dahmer's Bar and Grill.
I laid down an official challenge to Present Vehicles.
Disappointingly, only two emerged. But two is better than none.
The end.
Postscript: the Baja Warrior 200 was later employed in a futile attempt to search for and rescue Peter Dragon, who had gotten lost in the wilds of Granger township. I'm pleased to report that he self-rescued (in typical 2ton fashion) and awoke much later the next day with a terrible headache. Way to go, Peter Dragon!!!
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