The Argyle Sweater by Scott Hilburn for June 28, 2019

Must be at a greasy spoon just off the Interstate.

Buicks never go fast enough to kill anything.

Pulverised to perfection?

We have some lovely Wildcat entrails from a Roadmaster kill.

Like a fine wine , it takes a Goodyear to make fine roadkill.

Organic and local, ONLY !

The Electric Roadkill Grill serves only from Teslas. Oops, on autopilot they never hit anything do they.

“I’ll have the ’ ’49, ‘50, ’51, ’52, ’53, ’54, ’55, ’56…………’”

I dunno, I preferred mine baked, trying to stay healthy you know!

This looks like a hideout of… The Vulture Gang!

They should go for Italian and get something hit by a Lamborghini. Or course, it would be fast food.

You’ll like the awesome possum.

I thought, at first, he meant something from the INSIDE of a Buick. I read too many apocalyptic and dystopian novels.

nicely pulverized on the grill with a hint of rubber and just enough gravel mixed in to help digest it. thank you.

“No, but we have armadillo on the half-shell.”

Their food is so tender, but it’s a little flat.

No fast food here.

Specifically, a something from a Buick 8?

Stephen King has something From a Buick 8. Check the trunk!

The special today is rabbit tenderized with a Kenworth, then finished with a 75 Caprice.

18-Wheelers would be my first choice, they take a licking and keep on ticking.

Not in this Century.

Monthly meeting of retired ol’ buzzards.

I had a 70 or 71 Ford Pinto that, believe it or not, would burn rubber. But I had to get away from the house before I did or else I’d be grounded.