Hobo Jungle
- penncentral8885
- Posts: 3012
- Joined: Wed Aug 17, 2005 10:09 pm
- Location: Indiana
Naw man,,,,,it went beyond the naked women thing.
My note from Bill said also he pulled one of my threads becouse it was not railroad related,,,,,,yet I still see Non railroad threads go up?
So I'm at a loss as to what I can or can't post! I have a life beyond 3 rail trains!~
Yet that luxury has been taken from me here,,,,So ,It's Bill's forum!,,,he pay's the freight here, he calls the shots,,,,,,
My note from Bill said also he pulled one of my threads becouse it was not railroad related,,,,,,yet I still see Non railroad threads go up?
So I'm at a loss as to what I can or can't post! I have a life beyond 3 rail trains!~
Yet that luxury has been taken from me here,,,,So ,It's Bill's forum!,,,he pay's the freight here, he calls the shots,,,,,,
http://www.indianarailwaymuseum.org/
Turn to the dark side!,,,,Penn Central 1968-1976
"from there to here, from here to there, funny things are everywhere.",,,,,Dr. Seuss
Turn to the dark side!,,,,Penn Central 1968-1976
"from there to here, from here to there, funny things are everywhere.",,,,,Dr. Seuss
Well, that's it for me. I've got my green poly stretched out over a few old 2 x 4s, and my bag rolled out under it. I've carried in 4 armloads of firewood, and have a good fire goin'. (Criste, we need a tree closer to camp to die). I have coffee makin's and a couple of cold biscuits for in the morning, guess I'll just polish off this pint of Southern Comfort, and hit the sack. I'm wonderin' does anybody even use this camp anymore? Maybe I should just grab that southbound at first light, yeah, maybe find another camp with life.
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If you agree with the Progressives, it's freedom of speech. If you disagree, it's hate speech. There are no alternatives.
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Frank53
highrailjon wrote:Ok. I just thought that was part of the rift here. It does'nt hurt to ask.....![]()
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Anyone else wanna step up to the plate?
all the pissiness about people boycotting the forum because of my posts keeps me out of here. I figure they were here first, so it's not for me to piss in the corner of their living room.
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Frank53
rogruth wrote:You can see much more than this in plenty of movies today . This looks like it should be in pretty ladies with trains . I take no offense with any of it . But I'm an old man.Do we need to watch over the young-uns? It did seem that someone complained .
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a guy who used to post here - Scott Smith - posted on the OGR forum that MTJ has a section for pornography, although that is what not spurred Bill to remove the semi-nekkid content.
I thought that was an azzhole thing for scott to do.
Sounds like some good input from you guys. I can live without the porn and politics!!!!
It's the first Monday of the month, so I think I'll head down to the creek and wash up.
Get a load of these prototype mobile homes!!!
Is that San on the roof of the second house?

It's the first Monday of the month, so I think I'll head down to the creek and wash up.
Get a load of these prototype mobile homes!!!
Is that San on the roof of the second house?

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Did anyone else get a bunch of their posts trimmed? I know my post count when down a couple weeks ago by what seemed like hundreds; not that I mind, but I'm curious.
Frank, the Jungle isn't anyone's living room, but when we piss we usually go behind a tree instead of hosing the fire.
Politics just make people miserable. When is the last time politics cheered you up? Now tits on the other hand, or in both hands . . .
Frank, the Jungle isn't anyone's living room, but when we piss we usually go behind a tree instead of hosing the fire.
Politics just make people miserable. When is the last time politics cheered you up? Now tits on the other hand, or in both hands . . .
- penncentral8885
- Posts: 3012
- Joined: Wed Aug 17, 2005 10:09 pm
- Location: Indiana
Yeah, mine went down too,,
http://www.indianarailwaymuseum.org/
Turn to the dark side!,,,,Penn Central 1968-1976
"from there to here, from here to there, funny things are everywhere.",,,,,Dr. Seuss
Turn to the dark side!,,,,Penn Central 1968-1976
"from there to here, from here to there, funny things are everywhere.",,,,,Dr. Seuss
Kim was too shy to take off her clothes. Cody suggested they take a bath together; that way he could see her naked without committing himself to more than that if he didn’t find her body attractive.
“Here,” he said, “have another glass.” He lifted the bottle out of the galvanized bucket of ice. “You want another strawberry in it?” She’d insisted on the fruit and he didn’t mind.
“This is good champagne.”
“It’s okay. Twenty bucks a bottle.”
“Jeez. It tastes great. It’s the best I’ve had.”
“Shall we get in the tub now?” The bathroom in his studio was old-fashioned, the fixtures oversized if a bit tarnished and rusty. The window was pebbled glass, the spring light defused, the walls muddy-green cracked plaster above oak wainscoting. He brushed his hand through the water. “It’s good and hot. A perfect contrast to the cold wine.” He unbuttoned and removed his flannel shirt, slipped the T-shirt over his head, reached for his belt, feeling himself get excited. “Are you getting in?”
She was looking down at her shoes.
“What is it?”
“Nothing.”
He moved the bucket onto a chair next to the tub and stepped in, needing to get into the water before he got hard. Stretching out, he watched her, reached for his glass. “Come on. It feels great. The champagne tastes even better.”
She hesitated, then undid her cardigan. “I don’t know if I can do this.”
“Why not?”
“I just don’t know.” She hung the sweater on the chair back and begun unbuttoning her blouse. “I can’t do it with you watching me like that.”
“Sorry.” He turned his head, hearing her undress in sighs of fabric, shoes thumping, then her foot breaking the surface of the water. Before his eyes found her she’d splashed down, her legs nudging his torso as she slithered in facing him, a curtain of water lapping over the edge.
“This tub is huge.”
“People were bigger then.” He didn’t think she got the joke. “Where’s your drink?” It was on the plank floor beside her neat pile of clothes. He got out of the tub and retrieved it for her, water dripping. Her tiny breasts floated, the nipples like a child’s. She looked even more vulnerable naked, and he was flushed by doubt. What was he doing? He climbed back into the water.
She smiled at him and sipped her drink. “You were right. This is really nice.”
He couldn’t say anything.
“You know what I want?”
He shook his head. “Another glass of champagne?”
She held it out to him and he filled it, finishing the bottle. “I want something else too.”
“What?”
“Just something silly.”
“Tell me.”
“You sure you want me to?”
He nodded, but felt uncertain.
“Here,” he said, “have another glass.” He lifted the bottle out of the galvanized bucket of ice. “You want another strawberry in it?” She’d insisted on the fruit and he didn’t mind.
“This is good champagne.”
“It’s okay. Twenty bucks a bottle.”
“Jeez. It tastes great. It’s the best I’ve had.”
“Shall we get in the tub now?” The bathroom in his studio was old-fashioned, the fixtures oversized if a bit tarnished and rusty. The window was pebbled glass, the spring light defused, the walls muddy-green cracked plaster above oak wainscoting. He brushed his hand through the water. “It’s good and hot. A perfect contrast to the cold wine.” He unbuttoned and removed his flannel shirt, slipped the T-shirt over his head, reached for his belt, feeling himself get excited. “Are you getting in?”
She was looking down at her shoes.
“What is it?”
“Nothing.”
He moved the bucket onto a chair next to the tub and stepped in, needing to get into the water before he got hard. Stretching out, he watched her, reached for his glass. “Come on. It feels great. The champagne tastes even better.”
She hesitated, then undid her cardigan. “I don’t know if I can do this.”
“Why not?”
“I just don’t know.” She hung the sweater on the chair back and begun unbuttoning her blouse. “I can’t do it with you watching me like that.”
“Sorry.” He turned his head, hearing her undress in sighs of fabric, shoes thumping, then her foot breaking the surface of the water. Before his eyes found her she’d splashed down, her legs nudging his torso as she slithered in facing him, a curtain of water lapping over the edge.
“This tub is huge.”
“People were bigger then.” He didn’t think she got the joke. “Where’s your drink?” It was on the plank floor beside her neat pile of clothes. He got out of the tub and retrieved it for her, water dripping. Her tiny breasts floated, the nipples like a child’s. She looked even more vulnerable naked, and he was flushed by doubt. What was he doing? He climbed back into the water.
She smiled at him and sipped her drink. “You were right. This is really nice.”
He couldn’t say anything.
“You know what I want?”
He shook his head. “Another glass of champagne?”
She held it out to him and he filled it, finishing the bottle. “I want something else too.”
“What?”
“Just something silly.”
“Tell me.”
“You sure you want me to?”
He nodded, but felt uncertain.
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