One thing that almost always caused a boost in popcorn sales was a good Feldtdown, a series of tweet sin which Bill Schmalfeldt flailed around trying to spin some new narrative to replace a previous one that had failed spectacularly. Schmalfeldt had ruined his passenger side tires by running them against a curb and tried to claim that they had been slashed. The TKPOTD for six years ago today took a look at the Cabin Boy’s™ abortive attempt to find a replacement for his tire vandalism story.
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After making the disappointing discovery that his SUV did not come equipped with run-flat tires, the Cabin Boy™ has rebranded and is flailing around for something new to stir up.
Hallucinatory hallucinators gotta hallucinate.
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Rusted fenders, flat tires, a busted CV joints, and a blown transmission.
And karma.
“Rusted fenders, flat tires, a busted CV joints, and a blown transmission.”
Aren’t those some lyrics from a Jimmy Buffett song?
I was thinking Freddy Fender. I can see it being fit into a tune similar to “Wasted Days and Wasted Nights”.
Does his fiance still have that busted ass grill he promised to fix?