
Hobo Jungle
Hey Bro, I had that mining light strapped to my head in the swamp out back of the train house with a mason jar full of frogskins, a half pint of tequila in my back pocket, with a spade in my other hand. Before I could even break into that earth when something stopped me. I took a long pull of the pint and slipped back into the shadows. Yep, I had a vision, alright. Let's just say I hustled 'em out of a Benjamin on the deal (no small ****** feat) and you can call me "coast to coast" Johnny.


Running that red block Charlie.
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San Diegan
J*N, the same thing keeps happening to me ever since I've been up here, exactly. SNakes. Big diamond backs. Every time I turn around!
Last edited by Tramp on Wed Jun 01, 2005 8:15 am, edited 1 time in total.
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San Diegan
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San Diegan
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San Diegan
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P&R Pete
I got a ride in that baby, once. Sweet!
(Silly me, force of habit, I went looking for the seat belt.)
And vent windows! Loved those babies. Why the hell did they go by the design-wayside?
If you look real close, you can see the row of dingle-balls hanging over the windshield.
BTW, I helped him deliver a grand-piano, in the Chevy's trunk, to a friend of his.
(Silly me, force of habit, I went looking for the seat belt.)
And vent windows! Loved those babies. Why the hell did they go by the design-wayside?
If you look real close, you can see the row of dingle-balls hanging over the windshield.
BTW, I helped him deliver a grand-piano, in the Chevy's trunk, to a friend of his.
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