Hobo Jungle

[hev52]

Ya better watch there Dirt Man. Your not to far from the pen...........................

BTW.................are ya feelin' better or do ya want me to send silver......................

[The Dirt]

LOL, nah, you keep that groundhog grease for yourself there, since your on the healing trail.

I sure appreciate the thought, though.

[JIM2223]

Hev:

Thanks about the kids...and yes do what the saw bones want ya to do...Yes I want to get together later on this year if our health permits. Are you still in pain or is it getting better?

Jim

[The Dirt]

Hey dudes, we missed one by three days...

To one of the all-time good ones...

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MARTY!!!

[hev52]

Have a Happy there Marty...........................

[webenda]

Happy Birthday MartyE.
MartyE... congratulations on six years at MTJ.
March 8, 2004 to March 8, 2010

[webenda]

Happy Unbirthday D.
Daisy... congratulations on six years at MTJ.
March 8, 2004 to March 8, 2010

[webenda]

March 8, 2004 = March 8, 2004 Marty and Daisy, I just discovered your secret... you are the same person.

[AG]

Happy B-day Marty!!!
now you have a tin cup to celebrate!!!!!!
Andre.

[AG]

BTW Highrailjon left us definitely??
I didn't seem and heard from him for a while!
maybe he is with the chicago blond....showing to her his brass collection
AG

[2railjon]

BTW Highrailjon left us definitely??

You couldn't get that lucky! I've been in the middle of laying some track and customizing a Bulgarian AK-47.
Happy Birthday!!!!!

[Del Mar]

Happy birthday Marty and congratulations, Daisy.

The AK is an awesome weapon. Fired it in an AF Weapons of the World class years ago (gotta use what you can pick up if you lose your nice airplane, live through it. and the M1911 is out of ammo). I swear they'll fire with water and sand in the barrel. Don't do this at home...

San

[rogruth]

Jon,

Is that Bulgarian thing two rail or three rail?

[2railjon]

Our shift on the rig was over and after an hour and a half of driving on the hard ball through the New Mexico desert my driller pulled the Suburban up to my trailer to drop me off. It wasn't much of a home sweet home, but my new bride and I were socking away some serious jing to purchase a house down the road. $1,500.00 a week for throwin' the chain on a rig was a pretty big step up from my former Marine paycheck. I opened the door to the trailer and noticed Michelle wasn't home, so I grabbed a beer from the fridge and headed across the street to the Harley shop to see the progress on my Shovel/hard-tail rebuild. For some reason I looked across Main St. and swore I saw the figure of my wife in a third story motel window. Our eyes connected and she darted from view. I walked into the motel lobby and told the Indian manager I needed a key to room 324. He told me he could not do that in his best English accent. I walked out of the lobby and put my fist through a fire box grabbing an axe and said fine I don't need a key. He quickly produced a key and babbled hysterically all the way up three flights of stairs and shakily opened the door to room 324. My wife backed into a corner and the guy she was doing drugs with went to the other corner and started crying. I gave my wife one long final stare, threw the axe on the motel bed and went home. I never saw her again and thought this song was a fitting tribute to her memory. Enjoy:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FpTed-LSbis

[MurphOnMillerAve]

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