A Tale of Diagnostic Woe
Posted: Wed May 02, 2018 8:08 pm
There once was a young strapping lad who owned the Best Year™ Power Wagon and all was joyous in the land. On one fateful festive adventure into the great cold white north the strapping you lad's Best Year™ Power Wagon developed a devious abnormal auditorious emanation from deep within its soul. Upon returning from the great cold white north the strapping young lad delivered his Best Year™ Power Wagon to the local wizards of FCA to diagnose and repair the devious and abnormal auditorios emanation. FCA's wizards began ferociously diagnosing the abnormal emanation with their magnificent Witech proclaiming "all is well, strapping young lad. Your Best Year™ Power Wagon doth have no codes therefor no abnormal emanation is possible".
Now would be a good time for our mighty readers to step back and look slightly closer at the strapping young lad who owns the Best Year" Power Wagon. He was born tri-quarter past the glorious 1900's, and while young and strapping, not born in the day preceding today. Our strapping young lad also born of a beautiful mother and gifted with a keen olfactory; he is unmoved by fool's tales.
Detecting the wiff of the backside of a bull, the strapping young lad rejected the prognostication of the wizzard's ouija box. The strapping young lad was prepared for such shenanigans and demanded proper wizzardry as a great many shilling had been expensed for the Best Year™ Power Wagon. The wizzard's dull helpers relented and swore allegiance to bringing the strapping young lad's magnificent steed back to it's glorious self.
The wizard's dull helpers exchanged the strapping young lad's Best Year™ Power Wagon for an unglorious steed fitting of a court jester with an affinity for serpents. Alas, Best Year™ Power Wagon must be repaired so the strapping young lad accepted the jester's locomotive and awaited a summons from the wizard's dull helpers.
A summons did not appear for our strapping young lad! He raged with the fury of a thousands suns infected with scrotal distemper! His magical google box exploded with raw emotion as he summoned the dull helpers first. Remis and full of apology, the dull helpers delivered terrible news; they proclaimed a terrible yet all too common affliction within the lifter bank and told stories of back orders and lengthy waits. This was deeply troubling to the strapping young lad as he had plans of travel and welding for his Best Year™ Power Wagon. What could he do? The wizard's dull helpers returned the Best Year™ Power Wagon and the long wait began.
Welding! Oh the welding and the travel happened. The strapping young lad traveled to the artisan Marcus' celebrated and famous welding parlor where a Knights of Thuren truss was affixed. Best Year™ Power Wagon was even more splendid...if not for the abnormal auditorious emanation.
After a fortnight, the wizard's dull helpers summoned the strapping young lad with great news of short orders of back and promises of repair. The Best Year™ Power Wagon was again surrendered to the dull helpers. The strapping young lad was not forgetful of the bull's stench and kept fastidious mental notations each and every time the pungent odor became present. The wizard's dull helpers could not avoid, they must have bathed directly in the bull's gaping rectum.
Forever an optimist, the strapping young lad knew such tumultuous occasions would work themselves out and he would keep a positive disposition. He patiently awaited further audible notations via the Google box and mail of electronica.
<The King's Crickets>
<The King's Crickets>
<The King's Crickets>
The Google box exploded to life with the proclamations of the dull helpers, the Best Year™ Power Wagon was wholly great again and ready to be returned (with lights of the daylight activated). The strapping young lad's heart fluttered and he was elated. However, he was mindful of the bull's odor. These dull helpers are not capable of breath without passing the rotting hole stench.
Upon returning from another champion week of jaunting about the North by West Pacific, the strapping young lad reunited with his Best Year™ Power Wagon. He carefully warmed and caressed his Best Year™ Power Wagon in the absence of the dull helpers to yet judge himself if glory had been restored or of the bull's rectum had been marked on his locomotive.
Sad times and rage! The waizard's dull helpers and the turners of wrenches repaired the ills of unsuffered parts! Lights of day not activated, and to add sand into the strapping young lads eye, dinosaur water remained on the exterior armor of the Best Year™ Power Wagon's soul. These dull helpers could not heft their own backsides with the aid of a hand maiden, shame and the plague of a thousand herpes be upon them!
The strapping young lad formulated a bold plan to attack the wizard's castle with his Best Year™ Power Wagon but relented when his rational bearer of heirs presented wise alternative. The strapping young raged into the Google box at the dull helpers demanding the wizard himself avail his presence. Reluctantly the wizard appeared and the strapping young lad described the smells of the bull's hind quarter. The wizard concerned himself greatly with his own stench and proclaimed a stench does not exist in his magical paradise. The strapping young lad pressed further and demanded satisfaction or he would be forced to bring forth his army and drag the origins of the stench out with his strapping bare hands.
The wizard, a coward, showed his belly and again traded the Best Year™ Power Wagon for a jester's locoomotive. Dull helpers and wrench turners capable of neither resolution nor satisfaction slunk away in shame. The strapping young lad committed to another fortnight in shameful chariot. Alas, these dull helpers and wrench turners, so incompetent, discuss the exchange of the Best Year™ Power Wagon's soul. Folly, the lot of them. Incapable of diagnostic means, only of swapped parts!
Now would be a good time for our mighty readers to step back and look slightly closer at the strapping young lad who owns the Best Year" Power Wagon. He was born tri-quarter past the glorious 1900's, and while young and strapping, not born in the day preceding today. Our strapping young lad also born of a beautiful mother and gifted with a keen olfactory; he is unmoved by fool's tales.
Detecting the wiff of the backside of a bull, the strapping young lad rejected the prognostication of the wizzard's ouija box. The strapping young lad was prepared for such shenanigans and demanded proper wizzardry as a great many shilling had been expensed for the Best Year™ Power Wagon. The wizzard's dull helpers relented and swore allegiance to bringing the strapping young lad's magnificent steed back to it's glorious self.
The wizard's dull helpers exchanged the strapping young lad's Best Year™ Power Wagon for an unglorious steed fitting of a court jester with an affinity for serpents. Alas, Best Year™ Power Wagon must be repaired so the strapping young lad accepted the jester's locomotive and awaited a summons from the wizard's dull helpers.
A summons did not appear for our strapping young lad! He raged with the fury of a thousands suns infected with scrotal distemper! His magical google box exploded with raw emotion as he summoned the dull helpers first. Remis and full of apology, the dull helpers delivered terrible news; they proclaimed a terrible yet all too common affliction within the lifter bank and told stories of back orders and lengthy waits. This was deeply troubling to the strapping young lad as he had plans of travel and welding for his Best Year™ Power Wagon. What could he do? The wizard's dull helpers returned the Best Year™ Power Wagon and the long wait began.
Welding! Oh the welding and the travel happened. The strapping young lad traveled to the artisan Marcus' celebrated and famous welding parlor where a Knights of Thuren truss was affixed. Best Year™ Power Wagon was even more splendid...if not for the abnormal auditorious emanation.
After a fortnight, the wizard's dull helpers summoned the strapping young lad with great news of short orders of back and promises of repair. The Best Year™ Power Wagon was again surrendered to the dull helpers. The strapping young lad was not forgetful of the bull's stench and kept fastidious mental notations each and every time the pungent odor became present. The wizard's dull helpers could not avoid, they must have bathed directly in the bull's gaping rectum.
Forever an optimist, the strapping young lad knew such tumultuous occasions would work themselves out and he would keep a positive disposition. He patiently awaited further audible notations via the Google box and mail of electronica.
<The King's Crickets>
<The King's Crickets>
<The King's Crickets>
The Google box exploded to life with the proclamations of the dull helpers, the Best Year™ Power Wagon was wholly great again and ready to be returned (with lights of the daylight activated). The strapping young lad's heart fluttered and he was elated. However, he was mindful of the bull's odor. These dull helpers are not capable of breath without passing the rotting hole stench.
Upon returning from another champion week of jaunting about the North by West Pacific, the strapping young lad reunited with his Best Year™ Power Wagon. He carefully warmed and caressed his Best Year™ Power Wagon in the absence of the dull helpers to yet judge himself if glory had been restored or of the bull's rectum had been marked on his locomotive.
Sad times and rage! The waizard's dull helpers and the turners of wrenches repaired the ills of unsuffered parts! Lights of day not activated, and to add sand into the strapping young lads eye, dinosaur water remained on the exterior armor of the Best Year™ Power Wagon's soul. These dull helpers could not heft their own backsides with the aid of a hand maiden, shame and the plague of a thousand herpes be upon them!
The strapping young lad formulated a bold plan to attack the wizard's castle with his Best Year™ Power Wagon but relented when his rational bearer of heirs presented wise alternative. The strapping young raged into the Google box at the dull helpers demanding the wizard himself avail his presence. Reluctantly the wizard appeared and the strapping young lad described the smells of the bull's hind quarter. The wizard concerned himself greatly with his own stench and proclaimed a stench does not exist in his magical paradise. The strapping young lad pressed further and demanded satisfaction or he would be forced to bring forth his army and drag the origins of the stench out with his strapping bare hands.
The wizard, a coward, showed his belly and again traded the Best Year™ Power Wagon for a jester's locoomotive. Dull helpers and wrench turners capable of neither resolution nor satisfaction slunk away in shame. The strapping young lad committed to another fortnight in shameful chariot. Alas, these dull helpers and wrench turners, so incompetent, discuss the exchange of the Best Year™ Power Wagon's soul. Folly, the lot of them. Incapable of diagnostic means, only of swapped parts!
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