Hobo Jungle

[2railjon]

Tramp, 84 years old, how terrific!!!! Happy Birthday Tramp's Mom!! So what did she drink you under the table with? Beer or wine?

[Tramp]

Beer, aquavit, and believe it or not, slivovitz (however you spell it). They had Schaefer on draft. We definitely had more than one!

[thermopsummit]

This is just a guess Jon, but if the magnet is the same polarity all the way around the sensor must be measuring rotational speed for the chuff rate, if you cut it in two you would get 2 quick chuffs then a blank blank, probably not what your looking for
Richard
PS where do you get all the great mini-women:)

[Frank53]

PS where do you get all the great mini-women:)

Jon always said the ideal woman was 3'-6" with a flat top.

[Jackie Blue]

Happy belated Birthday, Tramp's mother! Glad she's still got it going on. Be sure to wish her many more.

Will you still tease me?
Will you still please me
When I'm 84?

[Tramp]

I do.

[P&R Pete]

Frank53, you forgot: no teeth.

[Frank53]

Frank53, you forgot: no teeth.

you are most correct sir.

[2railjon]

Richard and Daisy, I appreciate the input on the scientific magnet theories, but the chuffs just completly cut out today. I took the top of the tender off and can see where a strip of brass was shorting out across the top of the rear circuit board. No wonder I was going nuts!!! I'll call Gary Monday and see about a fix. Jeeezzzz!!

[Daisy]

J*N! You forgot the butter!

[San Diegan]

With a rebel yell, San stands up in the camp and warbles out...

The best things in life are free
But you can tell me 'bout the birds and bees.
Now gimme butter THAT'S WHAT I WANT
That's what I want THAT'S WHAT I WANT
That's what I want, ye-ye-yeh,
That's what I want.

butter don't get everything it's true.
What it don't get I can't use.
So gimme butter THAT'S WHAT I WANT
A little butter THAT'S WHAT I WANT
That's what I want, ye-ye-yeh,
That's what I want.

Yeh gimme butter THAT'S WHAT I WANT
A little butter THAT'S WHAT I WANT
That's what I want THAT'S WHAT I WANT
So gimme butter THAT'S WHAT I WANT
That's what I want, ye-ye-yeh,
That's what I want.

Your lovin' give me a thrill
But your lovin' don't pay my bill.
Now gimme butter THAT'S WHAT I WANT
That's what I want THAT'S WHAT I WANT
That's what I want, ye-ye-yeh,
That's what I want.

butter don't get everything it's true.
What it don't get I can't use.
So gimme butter THAT'S WHAT I WANT
A little butter THAT'S WHAT I WANT
That's what I want, ye-ye-yeh,
That's what I want.

Yeh gimme butter THAT'S WHAT I WANT
A little butter THAT'S WHAT I WANT
That's what I want THAT'S WHAT I WANT
So gimme butter THAT'S WHAT I WANT
That's what I want, ye-ye-yeh,
That's what I want.



San

[2railjon]

San the engineer
Whose drivers never stutter
Because he keeps them nicely polished
With a pail of melted butter.

A poem by me.

[2railjon]

OK, I grabbed a beer and decided to check out the Niagara again. The son of a bitch was chuffing as hard as a two dollar whore on Friday night at the shipyard. All I did was clean the track it was on last night before I passed out. Any ideas?
Strange things are afoot at the Cicle K.

[Jackie Blue]

The smell of rancid butter nauseates
and reminds one of a Nepal altar.
Bits dropped in the refilling of the butter lamps
makes the floors slippery and stains the shoes and pants.
Ghee, this place is becoming rank!

A poem by me.

[amalie]

Figured I'd stop in quick before heading off to the skate park this afternoon. We got a lot of mileage out of that butter joke, eh? Anyway, not much more to say - the spring has sprung here in Tennessee, and that means pushin' that ol' mower through the tall grass. Always a good reason to down a couple of cold ones, though...I'm going to leave the poetry to the professionals...