As another Lame Cherry exclusive in matter anti matter.
I just can not break the stereotype of the lazy Injun, and it is not racist according to, Betty's Book of Etiquette and Interchange" if you say things about people if you capitalize it, as it shows resprect. Betty is a wokester from both Paris and Boston so you know you can trust her judgments on all subjects..
Anyway, so I got Two Chiefs all ready to fire up, gave him several blow jobs in his gas lines, and I was not getting any fuel to the carb.
Last time I changed a fuel pump on a Ford, it went smooth as silk. That pick up though was an Amish pick up, and not a reservation pick up, so there is a bit of difference between Indians and Amish, in the Amish are not terrorists who showed up at the Little Big Horn in 1876, June the 26th.
So I wondered if I did something wrong this time, and it bothered me as I could not go out and check as it was Texas hundred gazillion degrees. I actually had burned my hand on a wash tub, hours before, so it was hot, too hot to go play with Two Chief's heart.
So I stewed about it all, all night, and it was what I was wondering about in the morning when I awoke We had this Goddamn HAARP lezbo fairy pee rain fog that morning though, and I hate fairy piss rain as it just is like fairy pee in annoying you more than if it rained.
So I got out after breakfast in thinking I did not want to do this shit again, in taking the pump off, putting it back on and seeing if it pumped.
I got it off and I noticed it sagged a bit, meaning the pump arm, had to be under the cam that moves it. That pleased me in I had it in right. It also was wore on top of the arm, so the cam was rubbing on it. That was enough for me in Holy Ghost confirmation to get a new fuel pump.........70 dollars plus tax. That sucked, but it would arrive in the morning at 7:30. I told the duffer that I would not be up that early to pick up the pump..........I think the store does not open until 9 so what the shit is that telling me it would be there by the dawn's early light.
So that is the scenario, after the day before getting larger diameter fuel hose and testing all of that with no gas in it.
What I think happened to this pump just setting there is what one threader told a kid, in old pumps dry out when they don't have gas in them and the diaphragm cracks.
This one I could hear pumping, but that is the pump, not the diaphragm, which if they crack all your gas goes into the oil and that does not work out for lubing engines.
Two Chiefs as I said had this milky, yellowish thick piss looking stuff. Sort of like Indian cum in lemonade. Then came the gas, and the filter was fiull of water, dirt and gas, so when I emptied the tank and let everything sit for two weeks, the pump probably went tits up.
That is now all remedied by God's design as Two Chiefs is our End Times, meet Jesus, invite him over for some pie, before Armageddon, maybe do some shooting at targets, and then Jesus will have to be off as He is Jesus and does not have all the time in the world with time running out in 1000 years.
So now we are to the point that everything in the fuel system has been gone through and that happened, because God looks out for me and it is easier to find parts before nuclear war than during nuclear war.
That is about it for this adventurous happy installment of the lazy Injun, who simply is like gone to AA in sobriety in I can't make him drink ethanol at all. Have to feed him just plain old gas even if his inerds are all now in working order for ethanol gasoline mixed up.
I will say this that he is done drinking Indian piss cocktails with cum on top in a dirt appetizer and gasoline chaser.
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Time to say.....
Nuff Said
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