Hobo Jungle

[2railjon]

Dennis, look. I just showed up with the chick. Your insinuations should really be directed at San. I think it's an odd social behavior to be sexually attracted to midget wrestlers and then deny it. Now not remembering would be acceptable in my book. The real question is, who left with Gomer?

[San Diegan]

I'm not attracted to midgets but I do like fire hydrants..

San

[Tramp]

I'm headed there now. Dennis, good news? I'll get the second round--boilers! [boiler makers.]

[San Diegan]

Observations wrt this evenings announcement:

1) A tanker pulled in behind Gomer's and unloaded into what appears to be an underground storage resevour beneath the bar.
2) Jon's companion of the previous evening is a card carrying member of the Bacon of the Month Club
3) Certain facts have been leaked to the press.

Man Pleads Guilty in Horse-Sex Case
Nov 30 2:41 PM US/Eastern
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A man has pleaded guilty to trespassing in connection with a fatal horse-sex case.

James Michael Tait, 54, of Enumclaw, was accused of entering a barn without the owner's permission. Tait admitted to officers that he entered a neighboring barn last July with friend Kenneth Pinyan to have sex with a horse, charging papers said. Tait was videotaping the episode when Pinyan suffered internal injuries that led to his death.

Tait pleaded guilty Tuesday and was given a one-year suspended sentence, a $300 fine, and ordered to perform eight hours of community service and have no contact with the neighbors.

The prosecutor's office said no animal cruelty charges were filed because there was no evidence of injury to the horses.

James Michael Tait is an alias of a well known O-Gauge modeller.

San

[Tramp]

Dennis, well done! You do us hobos proud, buddy. Are you going to frame the cover? Wouldn't it be kinda nice to mail the cover around to us hobos; we could all sign it and sent her back. Probably a silly idea as I've been into the Stuff [TM] again. That damn Stuff [TM]. Why does it make ya wanna climb things, feel things, look between things, stick things?

[2railjon]

Excellent, Dennis!!!!!

San, LMAO!!!!!!

Hey, put my round on the backburner for another 45 minutes, pleeeeeease!!!!

[San Diegan]

Dennis,

That is genuinely cool and worthy of your talent. That's one edition of CTT I'm going to go out and buy.

Meanwhile, Tramp seems to have got himself stuck in the bunghole of one of these wine casks. Gotta get him unstuck before Gomer calls the EMTs. Damn Stuffers [TM} get crazy and think they can auger anything.

San

[P&R Pete]

Hey Gomer, give Tramp here a double, for some anesthesia, (just in case).
OK, now, you guys hold him still... I borrowed a chain-saw from the rent-all next door. We'll have him loose in no time...

(yank) BrraaAAPPaa-bap-bap-bap-bap-bap-bap.....

Wait a minute. Hey Gomer, give ME a double, help steady my shakes from last night...

[Tramp]

"Damn me, I thought it was a beer keg. Friggin' wine fucks with me every time. Them bungs is too tiny." Tramp starts to sing and madly pass out the Stuff [TM]. Many hands reach eagerly.

[San Diegan]

Dang, watch it Petey, you just harvested a parking meter with that thing.

San

[2railjon]

Make a hole, boys, a hole to the bar counter that is!!! I'm pretty thirsty!!!
Damn, Tramp, you look kinda silly all hunched over that keg.

[2railjon]

And as a side note, from my phone conversations with Dennis and the start of a rich and famous photo career, I think he still the kind of Bro that will always hoist a brew with us scallywags in Gomers.
PS Tramp and me are into brass, San loves tinplate, and Ol Petey, well hmmmm, Idaho Gold (tm).

[Tramp]

"Gomer? Who's Gomer? I thought this guy was Dufus Pyle." Tramp staggers off muttering to himself, sticks the last of the Stuff[TM] deep into his pocket. "Jon, you led me wrong. That was a damn beeer keg!"

[Tramp]

"Denner, I'm not sittin' wit' you right now, I gotta tell D something. Okay? CTT cover or not."

[P&R Pete]

While Tramp's off 'talking' to D, lemme say now, before I get too loaded to enunciate, that we have a hobo birthday tomorrow. Can't say who, because I'm sworn to secrecy. (They must like their privacy downeast, I guess, knowhutimean?)