It was a menacing task, so we called in Homer the "MoFo", for good measure. There is nothing quite like being hunched over for hours, wrenching on the floor with a good dose of ether in your nose and your limbs turning into noodles...
In any case, it appears that the problem was he had run out of gas.
PS: there was a strange smell of bacon when the cylinders came off...





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curley balls
lol
ReplyDeletethought i was going to learn something when i began to read story but that ran out of gas
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