Fifty bucks and a chance for a good burial...down the drain.
About this creation
My third entry for the SigFiggy Abusers Club Darwin Awards Contest. Man, could anyone come up with a longer title?
This whole creation along with the title is pretty self explanatory, but I'll give you a brief back story anyway. You know how ignorant some people *cough*Phipson*cough* can be, so here goes nothing...
Kelso made a bet with his victim, er, painting client, that he could bike around the world in eighty days. Three-hundred and seventy-four days later, he's nothing but a bleached skeleton among the many granules of sand in the Sahara desert. Oh, and some studless rocks.
His cell phone ringtone forever echoes through the vast nothingness of The Great Desert. A jet black scorpion scuttles past the doomed minifig's dry cheekbones, fleeing from what sounds like Mick Jagger having a heart attack. Any chance to get on the front page of Biker's Digest is diminished to the size of...well, a grain of sand.
His poor client will never get the painting of Doc Ock in a dress. Ah well, the earth is now relieved in more ways than one. Now if only we could get Keith Goldman to build castle...the world would be a better place.
I once attempted a cross-country ride with a group. We made it through almost four states and then quit because we were sick to death of one another's obnoxious company (didnít think about THAT when we set out to do it). My chicken legs did okay, but Iím telling ya, my butt was never the same!!!
Sorry, JD...I keep trying to add a comment here, and consistently get moderated. I can't for the life of me figure out which word is triggering it. Anyway, I'll just say "nice one" here and play it safe.
Outstanding. Actually, getting out of Indy would be easy even for chickenlegs because it's relatively flat. He wouldn't make it through my part of Hoosierdom that easily . . .
Great MOC. Great story. The wind whistling through the dry cheek bones -- that's too much!
The only issue I find here is that Kelso would never make it that far. I doubt he'd make it much past the Indie city limits. Have you seen those chicken legs of his? Other than that, HILARIOUS! ~ Chris.