You'll love it. Especially the basement!!
Hobo Jungle
Yow! I think I saw something like that the other day in the Mons Venus. Next to the Most Hairy P----ys on the Planet calendar. Talk about 
! I mean WHEW?!?!
I rode a subway. Just a subway. But sometimes those are the most romantic.
How's your head, Fred? Need a crystal shiatsu temple message with that jug o wine?
! I mean WHEW?!?!
I rode a subway. Just a subway. But sometimes those are the most romantic.
How's your head, Fred? Need a crystal shiatsu temple message with that jug o wine?
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Daisy, I've rode plenty of subways, myself. I don't know about romantic, but they are an adventure always unfolding. Sure, I can run trains in the house, but the track needs to be picked up after a time. The wife has okay'd a garden railroad, so now I'm researching it. I'm concerned mostly about the track standing up to the elements. I have heard track maintenence is pretty ridiculous. Any input would be appreciated. The barn is a tad under 20 X 20. Comfortable for about 2 and a half people. Are you bringing a horny midget with you? 
It's great talking with you again! 
It's great talking with you again! Jon - you're going to die, so why don't you just run the fuckers outside in the moonlight at night! I mean not tonight, I don't mean to scare you by seeing this in type somewhere some message from the typed out beyond from ME . HELLOE. But you will of course, you should run them out there!!!!!!!!!!! so Beautiful!!!!! Why not?!?! You'll be dead and you won't have the money any more anyway!!!!! You should just do it! What could you possibly do better than that. nothing. I'll tell you that: nothing.
This is my little sticker. Maybe it's not so little?
A LIE
I called her on the telephone
And told her I was at the Patio Motel
In Twin Mountain, New Hampshire.
I had a case of India pale ale
And a big handful of Vicodin
And was reclining by the pool in the sun.
“How long you been there?” she asked.
“Just a few hours, four beers worth;
I’d been headed for home
With the case of beer and the pills
In the trunk of the '65 and
I simply pulled in and got a room
And iced down the beer and
Washed down some drugs and
Started downing these cold bottles;
I can even see Mount Washington and
The black smoke from the Cog Railway
Drifting in the wind up there.”
“So why are you calling me?” she asked.
“I don't really know,” I said, and
I slowly hung up the phone—
The telephone in my living room.
A LIE
I called her on the telephone
And told her I was at the Patio Motel
In Twin Mountain, New Hampshire.
I had a case of India pale ale
And a big handful of Vicodin
And was reclining by the pool in the sun.
“How long you been there?” she asked.
“Just a few hours, four beers worth;
I’d been headed for home
With the case of beer and the pills
In the trunk of the '65 and
I simply pulled in and got a room
And iced down the beer and
Washed down some drugs and
Started downing these cold bottles;
I can even see Mount Washington and
The black smoke from the Cog Railway
Drifting in the wind up there.”
“So why are you calling me?” she asked.
“I don't really know,” I said, and
I slowly hung up the phone—
The telephone in my living room.
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P&R Pete
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