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It's 260 miles each way, via M25, so it's a very long drive.
I know Chan's going and has a team, and Arthur was interested. I'm undecided, might be fun if we can sort out two teams?
I wanna play in this. I think author is playing with rob and someone?
sounds suuuupppppeeeeerrrr
I think it's meant to be Arthur, John and I, I just need to confirm the date of some wedding in meant to be at but I'm pretty sure it's the weekend before.
Its Me, Rob and Joe now. Going to post us as wackey racers tonight.
I'm currently taking my mums car which only fits 2, If people want to contribute to a van or a people carrier I can look into rentals.
Can we please be monorail.
MONRIAL!
Listen we're the jarheads and you get a free t-shirt so stop with the monorail already! Haha.
Lyle Lanley:
All right. I'll tell you what I'll do. I'll show you my idea. I give you the Springfield Monorail!
(everyone gasps)
I've sold monorails to Brockway, Ogdenville, and North Haverbrook, and, by gum, it put them on the map!
Well, sir, there's nothin' on earth like a genuine bona-fide electrified six-car monorail! What'd I say?
Ned Flanders:
Monorail!
Lyle Lanley:
What's it called?
Patty and Selma:
Monorail.
Lyle Lanley:
That's right!
Monorail!
Cast:
Monorail...monorail...monorail... (continue over the following lyrics)
Miss Hoover:
I hear those things are awfully loud.
Lyle Lanley:
It glides as softly as a cloud.
Apu:
Is there a chance the track could bend?
Lyle Lanley:
Not on your life, my Hindu friend.
Barney Gumble:
What about us brain-dead slobs?
Lyle Lanley:
You'll be given cushy jobs.
Grampa Simpson:
Were you sent here by the devil?
Lyle Lanley:
No, good sir, I'm on the level.
Chief Wiggum:
The ring came off my pudding can.
Lyle Lanley;
Take my pen knife, my good man.
I swear, it's Springfield's only choice!
Throw up your hands and raise your voice!
All:
Monorail...
Lyle Lanley:
What's it called?
Monorail...
Once again!
MONORAIL!
Marge:
But Main Street's still all cracked and broken.
Bart:
Sorry, Mom, the mob has spoken!
All:
Monorail...
Monorail!!!!!!!!!
MONORAIL!!
MONORAIL!!!!!
Homer:
Mono—D'oh!
Thanks for looking at my bike.