Hobo Jungle

[Tramp]

Thanks, Will. Wonderful shots. Could I have seen the B&W in the old days before the exile? I remember the milk train pausing in the snowy woods.

[Mitch]

Tramp, that is a bummer on the cash only deal. You would think that in 1st class you could just run a tab and slip them the plastic. Always wondered about that back in my flying days why I had to pay cash for a beer or one of those little bottles. Mitch

[Will]

No that's a new one. I would love to see what you've been up to. I see I have a lot of catching up to do around here.

[penncentral8885]

Tramp; yep,,,ya run inta' those kind ever now n'then,,,Makes ya glad yore not one of them!
Hey Will,,Nice work!

[San Diegan]

As I live and breath, Willy's back. It's damn good to hear from you. I was using the chop saw today to make pilings from dowels and thinking of you. That's one hell of a knob you got on the head.

Tramp and D have reported in. I am thankful that no hobos ended up in the hospital or jail. But, it was a close call.

Now, Jon, I have a different take on the last evening. You probably don't remember. Mitch was sleeping like a baby on the pool table where we laid him out. You were muttering at the bar about the &^#%$*# PS1 engine, flew into a rage and pitched the foker out throught the front window. It could have ended there, except the damn thing brained Cinderdick right at the hairline, knocked him unconscious, and sent his wig across the street. Seems Cinderdick was peering throught the window trying to get a peek at D and never saw it coming. Cinderdick woke yelping for his fellow bulls and Dennis went out and punched his lights out, again. We finally left him in the dumpster behind the homeless shelter. Gomer seemed to take it all in stride, like he's seen it all before. Just happened to have a piece of plywood exactly the size of the window, so we nailed it up and that was that. I think you might have left a tab down there, John.

San

[2railjon]

San, LMAO!!! It would'nt be the first time, but Gomer knows I'm good fer it!!

[capt_turk]

Happy New Year to everone.

This New Year is starting out to suck. Looks like I gotta sell my coon dog This just won't do!


Dam revenuers done found my still, so there ain't no squeezen's.
Guess I 'll just have to have one of them "Lite" beers.



What's a feller to do?

[2railjon]

LOL. Capt!!!! Are back from the high seas?

[2railjon]

Tramp, How's the January RR coming along?

[Tramp]

All I got to say is this: if you guys can't drink more quietly, I'm finding another bar. All this breaking glass is distracting when a man is trying to achieve certain heights of hop level.

[San Diegan]

Brass knuckles and a roll of dimes are suitable for the application at hand.

San

[penncentral8885]

I prefer the roll of dimes! It's a control thing,,,

[Mitch]

Gomer roused me off the pool table about nine. Mentioned something about thunder during the night. Probably just me snoring. I know I had a sore throat when I got up. Felt like I'd been run over by a truck. Wish you guys would have stuck around, you could have carried me down and thrown me in the river. By the way, that pool table mattress is a bit firmer than the oak floor in that old boxcar. Mitch

[penncentral8885]

wa'd ya do Mitch,go off and leave yur nap sac back at th far?
bet som other bo's sleepn' on it by now!

[2railjon]

Pipe down ya dang in-breds!!!! I had sumthin on me mind. Rumor was ol'Pete n' Kim collected up their life savins an opened up a new bar. Yup! You heard me right. I had to git a look see fer meself. Well lookie here. Gonna be givin ol' Gomer a run fer his dough all right......