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Picnic Mountain: A prequel


It is July. The spider-bugs flutter in the breeze and the Boeing 878 is drifting over an all too familiar mountain range. The smell of tizzling hamburgers wafts into the airplane. Susie is in seat 7f, a window. She is on her way home to see her beloved plant when, yes, an incompotent pilot did not see the looming Picnic Mountain right on front of them! A collision! Ketchup stained out among the passengers. Then darkness. Then lightness!

Comments

This is great! In fact, it could just be the plane crash frame and it would still be pretty damn funny. I love how matter of fact the crash is, and how it just simply accordions. Would also make a good Sutter-shirt.

Jesus Sutter - these just keep getting better and better. And you've jam-packed this with three jokes - the way the plant dies, the plane crash, and the final frame...

Not to mention, she doesn't know what kind of trip she's going on...

Hmmm. I might have to procure this one somehow...

You really are getting better and better!
kevin hit it right on the head....i was laughing all the way through the joke....thats somethin'!

This really is one of your best.

wow, glad to see that Picnic Mountain can still please. (even though i forgot to erase the screw up on her vacation arm)

that's a good idea Stan - t-shirts.

btw matt.
stop showing me up on here...your kicking my ars!

im gonna jump on the bandwagon here and agree that this one of your best.

and secondly, its nice to know that even plants go to heaven. even though they stay dead.

Hello, bikini! Nicely done.

this never gets old! i just found another funny thing about it...(behind the airplane, it says "flying") NICE!

Hah hah! Good observation, Bandelin!

How's this for a good observation: The pilots lived. The passengers 7 rows (not including first-class) died. What's the deal with that!?
Alright, one pilot lived, the other was eaten alive by mountain-top fire ants.
Still...

Yes, even though the entire front end of the plane accordioned, the pilots lived. Which is not to say that everyone died. Just those in row 7. Ol' unlucky number 7.

:applauds:

Let the hilarity ensue! Er, wait, it has already. Meh.

This made me produce a noise from my mouth and my mouth moved upwards after that.

y-y-yes! in your texas-face, clarendon!

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