Good morning folks. Good to be back after a lovely week off. Thanks again to Game Time Decision for stepping in and for also showing some truly impressive creativity. As for me, I'm rested, ready and fired up to keep the Sunday Gravy Train rolling. Guess we could consider today's episode a
Insane Shit
Boss Todd’s Garage, Episode 18: The 2013 Youabian Puma
Boss Todd’s Garage, Episode 17: The 2009 Covini C6W
[A 1985 Camaro IROC-Z squeals its tires, bursting onscreen to the sounds of Judas Priest's "Breakin' The Law".] BOSS TODD IS FUCKIN' BACK, BITCHES! THESE FUCKING COCKSUCKER MEMPHIS SHOWBOATS, I CALL THEM THE SS MINNOWS. AN 0-3 START TO THE SEASON GETS YOU EXECUTED AT CENTER FIELD IN ARENA BALL. God DAMMIT,
Boss Todd’s Garage, Episode 16: The 2005 Citroën C3 Pluriel
[A 1985 Camaro IROC-Z squeals its tires, bursting onscreen to the sounds of Judas Priest's "Breakin' The Law".] BOSS TODD IS FUCKIN' BACK, BITCHES! BUT YOU KNOW WHO'S NOT FUCKIN' BACK? MY GODDAMN FOOTBALL TEAM. FUCK, DO WE FUCKIN' SUCK. Holy SHIT. Practise this week is nothing but suicides and Oklahoma drills.
The Karen Carpenter of Warhammer posts.
Chapter 5: Alive in Dove Valley
[chapter 1] [chapter 2] [chapter 3] [chapter 4] Russell Wilson awoke to the sound of Sports Center. Clean white sheets and sanitary plastic bed-rails enshrined him. He heard the sound of his daughter enjoying a game on her iPad, and his wife trying not to argue with a nurse. An oxygen mask sat snugly
Chapter 4: Beneath Dove Valley
[chapter 1] [chapter 2] [chapter 3] ---------- Russell Wilson awoke to the sensation of dripping water. As his hands searched for purchase on the slick stone floor, they scraped across several crusty pores and sharp cracks in the uneven surface. He picked himself up slowly, stifling a cough and begging for relief from his
Chapter 3: Dove Valley Elementary
[chapter 1] [chapter 2] ---------- The school's front doors weren't supposed to be unlocked, but they opened freely at Russell Wilson's touch. The heavy metal doors clacked closed as the QB found himself alone in the atrium of Dove Valley Elementary. Though it was a lively place during the day, the charm and
Chapter 2: Searching Dove Valley
[chapter 1] ---------- The pale glow of the parking lot's fluorescent light poles grew in the distance as Russell Wilson approached. Their brightness overpowered the dim trail markers that had illuminated his way through the golf course's carefully maintained copse of aspen. The lot's empty spaces, each traced with care by crisp
