One day Buttwheat was out in da dunes playin on his trusty steed, a beauty of a turbo 350,not the turbo lax Mr.Slappy be handin out (yeah he told me bout dat).
So, there I be zippidy doo da'in around the big stuff. It get pretty hot there in da dunes, so Buttwheat pull up fo a beer break. All of a sudd'in Buttwheat here in da distance "There he is" and Buttwheat look over and he see three guys on bikes take off right fo Buttwheat. Oh my! Oh my! I drops my beer and commences to start my turbo 350. Man those guys where on Buttwheats ass real fast. I headed out fo the big dunes, tinkin dat Buttwheat could loose em, but NO!. They keeps on a coming.
Buttwheat drive into a big bowl and hangs on to the side, hittin fourth, then fifth gear. With the throttle wide open I gits to da top of the bowl. I traverse down into da next big bowl. Buttwheat be thinkin to hisself ( boy dees guys sure are presistant, they just keep on a cumin). In sixth gear, now flyin around a super bowl, Buttwheat takes a chance and jumps da lip of da bowl, and takes to flight, landing bout 200yds down into da bottom of da next bowl.
Bout dis time Buttwheat be gittin pretty tried. I look up to see those igits trying the same ting. The only ting I could try was to go straight up da bowl. When I gets to the top there be a bunch of people riding in a long line, so Buttwheat joins in. Hoping to mingle amongst um.
Sure as shootin, here comes da igits. It must have them, seein all them riders, cause they just stopped dar.
I could here them yellin in da distance "Nobody Dune like Slappy Dune" or some'in like dat. I thought to my self...Who da Hell is Slappy???
When the line of people went down the next slope and out of da igist sight, I took off back to camp. Boy! I didn't know what dat was all bout. When I gets back I just sit down with my fine bottle of Boonesfarm Country Quencher to let my nerves settle. Boy!! what a day.

Dat musta been a scary moment for ya there Buttwheat . Slap be understandin what you musta went through...Them White Coats probably thought you were da Slapster, and HOT DAMN, they be persistant...DOWNRIGHT SHASTAMCSNAPPLISH...In da long run, it's gonna be makin ya a better duner out there on Mother G. It be like dodgin torque wrenches, Slappy be a master at it, and can now run da 100 yard dash in 8.9 seconds...

Here be a shot of da Slapster when he won da Worlds a short time ago...


Carl McLewis ain't got nothin on Slap...

McScrappbook bound there Buttwheat, McScrappbook bound

[ 10-05-2002, 09:45 AM: Message edited by: Slappy ]