After refueling at L13 and meeting up with our commrades Sore Bloke and Jack Daniels we set out for what would not be an epic battle. We were off to a bad start with Hyena taking a digger right out of the gate but with laughter and team work we slowly made it to the battle grounds, and so by the power of greyskull, one sixteen ounce PBR and a groovy bottle opener we battled that evil troll. we faught long and yes even hard but to no avail the repuclicans won again. Now we are left here broken and drunk.
Just a couple of shots of the destruction and the pissed off natives.
After a few glasses of free wine we set off to meet up with Sore Bloke. It was turning out to be such a wonderful afternoon, when all of a sudden gypsy Hyena falls into a giant sink hole. There is only one thing that could have created such destruction, the Bill Sali troll which is notorious for destroying bike lanes and rivers. I had to muster up all my courage and follow hyena into the hole. The only way to escape the republican troll was with bikes and whiskey so we needed to find some whiskey. I grabbed hyena by his boot straps and we made haste... Sore Bloke would surely help us defeat the troll.
Everything started out so peaceful and innocent. Aly-isis-gypsy-queen invited gypsy hyena and I to her plant sale at the Botanical Gardens. Everything that the Gypsy Queen had worked so hard on over the past year, was on display and for sale. It was very impressive and beautiful. It made me very proud to be married to such a talented andbeautiful horticulturist. Sooner or later the deviant drunks that hyena and myself are, found the tent with free wine.....
IN MEMORY OF LUCIFER. HE LIVED A LONG LIFE AND TOOK A PART OF US ALL THAT NEW HIM WITH HIM. WE ALL LOVE YOU LOU. YOU'VE MOVED ON TO THAT WILD WIND IN THE SKY BOY.
Like a band of gypsies we roll down the highway we're the best of friends insisting that the world keeps turning are way, and our way is on the road again....................................