Hobo Jungle

[capt_turk]

Man....now that sucks!

[P&R Pete]

I can still hear the nuns:
"Cleanliness is next to Godliness"

Maybe they were brewing beer over there in that convent.
Never heard them bitchin' about insufficient wort aeration, though.
(But I always wondered what exactly DID go on in that convent. Weirder than I could imagine, I'll bet.)

I feel for you, Jon. Hey, "If at first you don't succeed...", and all that. Give 'er another try.

After all, beer is important.

[Frank53]

(But I always wondered what exactly DID go on in that convent. Weirder than I could imagine, I'll bet.)

The Nuns were taking thier morning showers. The "Nunery" (or convent) ha d acommunity shower type set up and there are a dozen naked nuns soaping up.

All of a sudden, the doorbell rings.

Panic.

THe nuns scamper around and Mother Superior announces "Don't be concerned, it's only the blind man. Sister Mary Frances - just go answer the door."

With that Sr Mary Frances prances down the hall naked and opens the door.

"Mornin' Lady, I'm here to install your blinds!"

[2railjon]

Well, I made it to the tracks, and I'm dumping the keg.

[2railjon]

The rumble of a diesel & calf passing, and the wail of its horn, kinda make things better. For some reason, it always has. Even on a bad day.

[San Diegan]

Shame about the beer, Jon. Wish I had some Idaho Gold (TM) to give you to make up for it.

I have never had fantasies about nuns. Ever.

Now to go outside and blow stuff up.

San

[P&R Pete]

LOL! Me neither, San.
No Julie-Andrews-look-alike novitiates where I went to school. Most were built like minor-league defensive tackles, only uglier. And meaner.

I only wondered what the hell they did with their lives, besides being foisted on us poor grammer-school kids. Teach and pray, pray and teach?

But, if they were secretly brewing beer over there, grumbling about acetaldehyde and infected worts, we got a whole new ballgame!
And maybe they weren't singing "the hills are aliiiive, with the sound of muuuusic...", but rather "Ai-yi-yi-yi, I'd rather get laid than get eaten...".

[2railjon]

Well this is getting interesting. My Father-in-Law (who did some time in a Florida penitentiary for running shine)has told me not to throw out the beer because it's salvageable. Hmmmm. I'm afraid to ask.

[P&R Pete]

I was surprised that San didn't want dibs.

But this leads to more questions. Did your father-in-law's criminal aspirations befall on any of his female progeny? Or did you come along and save her from herself? Tell all.
(And just so's she doesn't have to feel embarrassed, the redhead's seen the inside of a police station.)

Keep us updated on the beer salvage operation. Lotta hobos got their ears bent in your direction.

[Tramp]

Jon, I only drink beer from brewers that have been making beer for over a hundred years. There's a reason for this.

GOD, what holiday. So many stories I can't start.

[Tramp]

Jon-NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

[P&R Pete]

Ya gotta give us something, you hobo!
Remind me what the single and childless life was like.
It's been soooooo long!

[San Diegan]

Got a cute copilot to serve the iced beers so I should be okay.

There's got to be something.

San

[Tramp]

We left the coast in a 54 degree light rain. It didn't feel much like July or a holiday weekend weather-wise, but our spirits said otherwise. We were headed for my hometown (a destination that always cheers), our bags neatly packed, three bird kites on the back seat, Labatt cooler, an air conditioner, a .357 and a pool cue in the trunk. We were ready.

[San Diegan]

...continuing

We were ready, alright. What we didn't know is that they were going to bring it up to us that night just like room service.

San