Look, I really don't know where to put this stuff.
I've sent and received some funny stuff over the years, and saved a few things. If you have something good - let me know and maybe we can put it up here.
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Rustie and Goose Fat
For example: This was a conversation about Cryo treating transmission parts, and an unusually knowledgable 2T guy on the mailing list:
Re: 9310 Cryo Treated Trans Gears -_ 4/17/98
> just send em out here, greg, and I'll hand-cut new gears with my dremel- from solid mahogany. People underestimate the strength of indigenous hardwoods. In a dramatic reversal on the cryo trend, however, I treat my gears by deep fat frying. A light sprinkling of powdered sugar, and mm-mmmmmmmmm! delicious AND functional! my god, is it the weekend yet? Randy
Date: 4/20/98 6:23 AM To: Randy Norian From: Gregory Lewis
Heh we could make a followup movie to Pulp Fiction, Pulp Fiction II, in it Randy is running his Fat Deep Fryer Gear restaurant, when a couple of Montreal politicalists come in with broom handles to take over and steal all of the lemon and powdered sugar for resale in Montreal, its a winner! Greg
Re: 9310 Cryo Treated Trans_4/20/98 No, worse, I set up shop in Quebec, and use an incorrect tense in one of my verbs.. the language police swoop in and begin taking pictures to document the violation... in the background of one of the pix, a shadowy figure is captured, hunched over a bubbling vat of goose fat.... the mysterious Rustie! Ladle in hand, his grotesque figure is revealed as the torso of a man mated to a twin cylinder Skidoo crankcase!! Stalking about the shop on clanking connecting rods,his insatiable appetite for caramel apples is the only thing that keeps him focused on the task at hand... RN
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Fred Gassit
Everyone loves this strip. Penned by Simon O' Leary
Here's where to view all the individual comix, as well as a bit of history:
And here's a pile of Fred Gassit cartoons in one file for easy reading
Fred Gassit collection (26 MB PDF) 26 MB so be ready for it.
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Saint Baxter Comes Down The Mountain
With age-old advice on modifying RGs
Humor
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The Matchstick McLaren
On Feb 21, 2008, at 1:24 PM, Don Zandbergen wrote:
Always wonder what is driving people to create such a thing. Must have been a hell lot of work. Pure craftmanship.
Don
(see image below)
The story:
Six Years.
Six Years he had been sweating over these stinking matchsticks.
Michael wiped a hand across his sweaty brow, and reached to open yet another tube of glue.
Six long, boring, endless years.
But he would have the last laugh, wouldn't he?
All his life he had been in love with little Irina, with her blonde pigtails and dimpled cheeks.
He had watched miserably from afar, too afraid to ask her out, as she had dated an endless string of professional matchstick-builders.
First the semi-pros, then the pros. Lately, she had been dating international elite matchstick builder Erich von Flugstrassen, creator of the matchstick "anatomically-correct penguin" which had opened to rave reviews in the matchstick-centric press.
It was almost complete... his masterpiece... The Matchstick McLaren. Soon the world would be laid out at his feet, and along with it, Irina.
He smiled grimly, his fingers worn thin from handling nearly a million matchsticks. Ohhh yes. Soon she would be his.
And he would put that matchstick bed to good use....
(Randy N)
"...and where did you find this journal?! " the good Doctor exclaimed after a long pause.
I explained the circumstance around its discovery and he lapsed back into silence, slowly stroking his thick, grey goatee.
After what seemed an eternity, he spoke again;
"Mr Norian was a patient of mine for the decade I was interned at Rogers Memorial Hospital. A deeply disturbed young man who, despite our best efforts, we could never reach. He was one of the first to be trialled on Clopramil and Deep Sleep Therapy.
In fact, a classification was added to the DSM 1V, specifically to cover his particular and complex system of delusions."
After another interminable wait, I gently inquired if I would be permitted too see the patient.
Dr Freud gave a wry smile as he turned back to address me.
"Of course, he was housed in the High-Security wing, yet still he managed too escape!
An ingenious flight involving a motorised glider constructed entirely of matchsticks and powered by a crude engine run on Bean Oil...
Rumour has that he disappeared into the Motorcycle community and is being shielded by friends.
Ohh yes! The man was a genius.... but deeply, deeply flawed!"
(Brett Coleman)
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Fred's Biker Girlfriend
Tai Chi in the morning