Hells to the yeah you read that right boys- Poboy Fabwerx Inc. (me and Jon-john) is right in the middle of fabrimacating up a dirty-south answer to all them fawking flatbiller sob’s out there in the middle of the Kalifornia desert. Pretty much ANYONE in the game knows we are world famous all over the state of Alabama and beyond as the inventors, builders and drivers of the BigBird rig. As yall undoubtably know it is a dominant fawking hillclimbing beast and could so easily have been adapted to gofast racing (or anything else) but our customer is a brokeasscheap (and mean) s.o.b. so we are having to build him a fawking stock class rig out of a old pos beater heep that he already had. Hopefully someday he can realize his dream and step up to the bigleagues of BigBird fawesomness. In the meantime this rig will be killin it in Class A in Ecors and in the stock div. of KOH.
Let me digress myself back and tell yall a little bit about our customer here- Rodger King of Sparta Tennessee. Me and Rodger were cellmates a few years back up in Federal prison in the Atl. I was wrongfully accused and innocent bygawd but hell Rodger was the mastermind behind a major GoatPorn ring and he finally got caught with the goods if you know what I mean- that shits illegal as hell outside the state of TN man. Anyways as the leader of the Aryan Brotherhood I was able to protect him from the gawdayum ninjas up in there- hell getting raped by white boys ain’t near as bad I reckon. Me and ole Roger stayed homies after we got out I thought, but boy was I fawking wrong, he went right back into what he was doin before and he done got us hooked on that sick shit and now me and John-Jon owe him big $$$ for all the goatly pleasures that he has hooked us up with over the years. Well we been runnin and hidin best we could for a good long while but he finally caught up to us the other sat night up on Mt. Aetna. The evil fawker went and crushed our newest topsecret BigBird that we had just finished up for RedneckEngineered flatter in hell right in front of us with that big bastard rig of his Elmo, hell we barely got out in time, lucky for breakaway seats. He told us it was a warning and that next time it would be our fawking heads under them 49” iroks. Well bygawd karma is a biotch cuz the next weekend the crazy sumfawkinbitch destroyed his 10 ton pile of monkeycrap at Hale mt. and the next thing I know he’s callin me up and sayin he’ll let us out of our debt if we would build him something that doesn’t suck using our genius fab skills and the innovative thinking that can only come from mixing meth, lsd and white lightnin. Couple days later he sent onea his thugs, a big ole mean countryboy bout 6’5” and 275 lbs called Aka to fetch our asses up to Sparta and watch over us. BTW IF ANYONE IS READING THIS- WE ARE BEING HELD HOSTAGE IN A REALLY HOT METAL BUILDING BY INSANE ******** FROM HELL- THIS IS NOT A JOKE- FOR THE LOVE OF GOD AND SWEETBABY JESUS SOMEONE COME AND SAVE US. After they brought us up here we spent a LONG weekend out in Nashville sourcing poopy-pipe from up under the pro-jects, and then we found a buncha shocks and weldin batteries from the local walmart parking. Me and Jon-john been hard at it a for a few weeks now and this is where we are at. Note that the patented RobbyBobby Mohawk is in place. This is a multipurposed piece of engineerin right here, but the main thang is to let flatbillers know that they are fawked up the ass when this bad mofo comes up behind them. It all goes without saying that my famous double-action (I’m suing you ORI, fawk you Blacksheep) shocks will be on all 4 corners of course.
Updates to come- laters
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Let me digress myself back and tell yall a little bit about our customer here- Rodger King of Sparta Tennessee. Me and Rodger were cellmates a few years back up in Federal prison in the Atl. I was wrongfully accused and innocent bygawd but hell Rodger was the mastermind behind a major GoatPorn ring and he finally got caught with the goods if you know what I mean- that shits illegal as hell outside the state of TN man. Anyways as the leader of the Aryan Brotherhood I was able to protect him from the gawdayum ninjas up in there- hell getting raped by white boys ain’t near as bad I reckon. Me and ole Roger stayed homies after we got out I thought, but boy was I fawking wrong, he went right back into what he was doin before and he done got us hooked on that sick shit and now me and John-Jon owe him big $$$ for all the goatly pleasures that he has hooked us up with over the years. Well we been runnin and hidin best we could for a good long while but he finally caught up to us the other sat night up on Mt. Aetna. The evil fawker went and crushed our newest topsecret BigBird that we had just finished up for RedneckEngineered flatter in hell right in front of us with that big bastard rig of his Elmo, hell we barely got out in time, lucky for breakaway seats. He told us it was a warning and that next time it would be our fawking heads under them 49” iroks. Well bygawd karma is a biotch cuz the next weekend the crazy sumfawkinbitch destroyed his 10 ton pile of monkeycrap at Hale mt. and the next thing I know he’s callin me up and sayin he’ll let us out of our debt if we would build him something that doesn’t suck using our genius fab skills and the innovative thinking that can only come from mixing meth, lsd and white lightnin. Couple days later he sent onea his thugs, a big ole mean countryboy bout 6’5” and 275 lbs called Aka to fetch our asses up to Sparta and watch over us. BTW IF ANYONE IS READING THIS- WE ARE BEING HELD HOSTAGE IN A REALLY HOT METAL BUILDING BY INSANE ******** FROM HELL- THIS IS NOT A JOKE- FOR THE LOVE OF GOD AND SWEETBABY JESUS SOMEONE COME AND SAVE US. After they brought us up here we spent a LONG weekend out in Nashville sourcing poopy-pipe from up under the pro-jects, and then we found a buncha shocks and weldin batteries from the local walmart parking. Me and Jon-john been hard at it a for a few weeks now and this is where we are at. Note that the patented RobbyBobby Mohawk is in place. This is a multipurposed piece of engineerin right here, but the main thang is to let flatbillers know that they are fawked up the ass when this bad mofo comes up behind them. It all goes without saying that my famous double-action (I’m suing you ORI, fawk you Blacksheep) shocks will be on all 4 corners of course.
Updates to come- laters
, but WHO THE HELL IS JIM JIM
