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One beautiful weekend in the sunset of a place made of sand was a group far in the distance ripping through the dunes. As you really focused on the line of toys see can see at the end of it was a Red Tailed Hawk following them. This group join through a website and formed a Glamis Traveling Family............................................................
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They were a friendly, easy going bunch. But every one of them tough as nails on account of their "rite of passage" that everyone had to go through in order to become a member of the family. Each and every one of them had to run up Olds while carrying their machine on their shoulders.

The buggy drivers were the toughest members of the family.

And when things got out of control at Gecko the lawless punks would run scared at the sight of the buggyBro's howling out of the dunes twirling their buggies over head like 400hp numchucks.

And crustBrother (being too weak to carry a buggy up Olds) would follow along on his XR400 tracking down the punks like a bloodhound and stamping each one of their buhtts with a permanent Alpinestar bootprint for easy identification by the local law enforcement officials.

Then the Glamis Travelling Family would gather at Gecko (a pleasant change from their homestead in the closed area that only people who can carry their machines on their shoulders are allowed to go to cause you cant drive your machine there anymore) and the fun would begin........



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One evening, while enjoying a cold one and telling tall tales to each other around the campfire they were suddenly silenced by the sight they witnessed.
With one horrendous POW and a bright flash of light they saw what looked like a huge fireball flying through the air. The fireball was heading straight for their camp. As it passed overhead they could clearly make out the details of a bright red Funco car sailing through the air at an altitude of about 100'. There were flames shooting out behind and the car was really moving!

Vor

But, just as da car flew overhead, FHJ ripped a horendous fart directly over da camp fire which sent another flame shooting towards Chef-a-da-World. Chef immediately dodged the flaming flatulence, but FHJ's 'flame of fury' accidentally cought fire to..............

......TACO'S WARRIOR AND IT MELTED TO THE GROUND! HE FIGURED IT WAS BETTER THAT WAY SINCE IT WAS BLOWN UP ANYWAY, SO HE PROCEEDED TO POUND ANOTHER, KNOWING THAT KENNIE HAD A BACK UP BIKE HE COULD USE.......

Taco grabbed Kennie's bike and then stopped. He stared at something in the distance. As he looked harder he realized it was that dunin troll slappy was talking about.....

As the half necked troll got closer...Taco realized that he was riding one of the itty bitty mini bikes wearing a beer helmet...taco was so suprised he quickly jumped to kick start kennies bike...in his excitement he popped the clutch and flipped kennies bike for the second time....

Kennie than ran over to him and said " Ask Fast Hi Jumper on how to roll something he knows how to do it right" . But then Taco and Kennie saw that little troll chasing..................

and landed on the Oldtimers big toe, and that hurt like hell! So the old coot went over and ripped the beer helmet off the little suckers head because a cold one was what he needed to sooth the pain! But, just as he was about to...

I f a r t e d..................

Sorry, extremely deadly,

Everyone jumped in their buggies and drove like a bat out of hell to escape the toxic cloud. Green steamy and with a vengence the cloud drifted across the dunes in search of another victim. Cresting a dune and into the valley the PMV suc***ed to the overpowering power of the SPD, falling life-less-ly to the ground.... but suddenly wait hundreds of PMVs starting popping up everywhere. Apparently they are SH*t propegated. They .....

Grew and grew until the sand became covered in them, all the buggies tried...

grew to superhuman size and strength, one started to attack Kenny but I took its head off with one swing of my huge hammer and then...

Came the Troll.... Haunched over spying the PMV with one Green bulgy slimy eye licking his chops.

But suddenly the Troll shifted his weight it wasnt a a a a him at all but a a a a
a belly that were realy breasts, a claw that was really fingernails painted green.

Is this the desert sea hag we all heard about. Is the the sister to PMV, is this the hideous sea hag goat roaper known as PMS......???

All was silent. Then a small whimper of a voice carried over Mother Glamis's ridges to where the group had gathered. Nobody new where the voice was coming from, but it grew louder and louder. After a brief investigation by Slappy, the group was startled and amazed that it was

the Voice of Reason. But since he had been smoking PMV instead of his usual Marlboros, he was babbling insanely, but his insane ranting perked everyone's ears when he suggested....

Al Gore....

At first it was hard to make out but after a while you could hear him...

"We will protect the Peirsons Milk-Vetch at all costs... Those (choke) off-roaders won't know what hit them, (cough, cough)... I'm telling ya... I won in Florida!"

Just then one of the giant PMV's drug him off further into the dunes...

we all smoke some

damn,eveytime I ad, someone beats me too it

This toxic weed was the offspring of the icky green desert sea hag...they were holding gore hostage for her meal...We all stood there waiting to watch him get devoured... just then out of nowhere FHJ took his hammer and bashed the hag into pieces...Gore was so appreciative he at once reopened the closed dunes...as for the overgrowth well the tiny bits of hag sprang up into half necked trolls who consumed the weed back to its normal state...

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of Arizona. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief now that the trolls, and the PMV was on the other side of the state line, so a bonfire was lit and FHJ decided to do a bit of naked firewalking but just as stepped into the blaze

But in the distance was Slappy smoking the Milk weed laughin his butt off.. This made the Greenies realize that the Milk weed was better than POT so they called to get all the milk weeds destroyed and open all the dunes. So the group...

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all jumped Kenny and beat him like the fido he is, so then all the girls threw their panties at FHJ, and he left with them all........

...ALL GOT TOGETHER A HAD A GROUP GANG-BANG AND THEN

Decided to go for a long awaited ride trough the soft virgin sand of the big dunes. Following slappy and his singing. They kept on riding until....

Decided to head back to camp. FHJ jump into his buggie an took off like a rocket,but then thought to himself how rued of me not to offer kennie a ride back to camp. So he return. Banking his machine like a 747, slamming into the ground like a goonie bird, rolling @$$ in over tea kettle to a stop and ask kennie if he wanted a ride back kennie replyed.....

....ON HIS HEAD RUNNING OUT OF CAMP CUZ HE'S GAY.....

Eveyone laughed their heads off. Because the girls had all removed their wigs and we could see that they wern't really girls, they were...

...MORE DUNE TROLL IN DISGUISE...

aliens from Alpha Centauri who had travelled to earth because Spock had told them that Glamis was the most fun in the universe. Then they called in their space ship and unvieled there super duning machines and let Slappy take one for a spin. When he hit the gas

Mr. Dunin came flyin into da picture and knocked Slappy off da machine. Slappy thought Mr. Dunin' was trippin, but lo and behold, the machine Slappy was about to ride had been rigged with

a blast of gas from FHJ's ass. But low and behold Papa Vor was standing on his trailer pointing to FHJ w/ his head in the sand. And over the by the drags..............

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stink bombs , set to go off on the second set of ripples, Slappy did the right thing he called over....

to Star151 for a quick foot message, apparently Slappy did too much dancing and far too much......

wine drinkin'. As Slappy get his message, Kennie decided dat he had just about enough of all the ruckus that was happenin over near da drags. So Kennie went and...............

took a ride over to Boardmanville to have some of those great chili cheese fries and an ice cold Bud. As he was sitting there he turned and noticed...

FHJ pulling his pants down and aming his butt at him. what was he to do. It seems that FHJ got to those chill fries before him.

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and I blew chunks over everyone, Kenny was feverishly trying to lick it up when all of a sudden

In walks MR. ROBERT HELMET, zie enforcer of the dune Reight. Vie vill shtop dis aktivitiy NOW. No Poopsin in die Shootis out ov zie Buht. Unt then....

... From out of the sky came that damn Red Funco that was flying around. It dove towards Mr. Helmut, strafing him with the chassis mounted Hi-pressure keg taps. Helmut fell into a heap, slowly dieing...
Vaht? Iz dis COORS?

Duners scattered everywhere. It was funny to watch Kennie as he was tryin to escape while finishing those chilicheese fries. FHJ was hilarious as he ran from the bar, his pants around his ankles and his cheeks smeared with chili! The rumble of powerfull motors filled the air as all of a sudden.....

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OH MY GOD, THEY CLONED KENNIE. YOU BAST&^%.
OT almost fell off of the train as he couldn't believe his eyes!

they are coming they are coming. someone from the crowd yelled who the old time said the PURE ATITUDE machine and then

all the duners at boardmanville roosted the pure attitude car, and called it even, so Kim got out and french kissed Kenny and Jim said.....

I'm sorry about the roostin...shoulda said it earlier...Kennie to make it up to you why don't you take my woman for a ride in our car....As he was considering how good and sloppy that kiss was he glanced over at FHJ's clone...turns out the clone wasn't anatomically correct...IT HAD TITTIES!!! As kennie went to check it out....

Machine gun barrels popped out from where the nipples used to be, spraying the sand with hot lead! Everyone stopped, there was nowhere to run, the clone let out an evil laugh and said,"This ones for the Sierra club!" All of a sudden.......

Slappy came with a wild roundhouse....no....a porterhouse steak smothered with terriyaki sauce that cought da sierra club McSnazzletooth right between da eyes, but before dat ugly clone went down, she.....

....body slammed our beloved Pastor Vor with a move that would make 'The Rock' look like a rookie. Just as she prepared a final blow.....

Up crept FHJ, sneeking in on the clones left. A$$ first, FHJ prepared to launch a salvo of a$$ gas that has not been seen since Tommies Burgers two for one chili cheeseburger special. He cut loose with a blast that rocketed that greenie 3 feet into a sand dune! A ground shaking cheer went up from the croud and we all agreed that........