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I had an interesting thought tonight. I'd like to think of myself as romantic. I think it would be romantic in the classic sense to travel by train across america or through europe. I know it has all the cheese of a lame movie from the 1950s (or 1970s silverstreak was a favorite of mine growing up) Just seems interesting, not to do alone though, a exotic woman, from an undetermined european country, an heiress with a tinge of mystery about her past, and her goon body gaurd named schlomo could accompany me. and with out further ado the narative.

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Jeremiah's Train Goes Choo Choo

It was a dark and stormy night...[cue bad thunder sound effect] come to think of it it's been dark and stormy for several days now. I was making my way towards the Lakeside Bus station for my week long furlough through the country. It was just a vacation just a week.

I borded the bus. [cue choo choo noise] That's odd... never seen a conductor that big before someone needs to tell him that monkey suit doesn't look good on him....where was I?

As I made my way to my seat and got settled in I noticed a peculiar smell. I look up. A dame! She had legs like an antelope, hips like you wouldn't believe, a boosum to write mom about.[cue some high noted piano notes]

"Pachuli?" I said "Yes I like to smell like a dirty hippie, it gives me my... my space." [visual of old person puking in a puke bag in one ailse over] She said with an inderminate european accent.. I think she's French.

"So what brings you on the Suicide express on this dark and stormy night.?" It had been raining a lot... "Yes, business maybe, but mostly pleasure..." Her words trailed off as she coyly looked me over.. "What brings you here I see you're alone, no companion?" She said very very well...

My ticker just lept out of my chest I took a gulp of air. "Well it's like this doll..." "Call me....".---- [fade out]

[cue gary owens] Stayed tuned for more tales of "Eh"

[fade to a commercial advertising bladder control products]

[fade back to train car]

"umffffh... hey watch you dirty ape." "he 'bottering you ma'am?" As god as my witness if I wasn't wearing my crappons I swear I would of smelled like the dirty hippy."[cue product jingle] "Come now don't be afraid of schlomo he's a big lummox but he's got the heart of an child. Schlomo darling get mr. umfffh a wiskey sour, make mine the usual." [lummox leaves]


"How did you know my favorite drink miss--" "Wiskey sour? ah yes you look like the sort of burnt out man craving a girl drink because you've had one too many for the road but not to many, I can see my your ragged hair, rosey complexion you're a wiskey drinker tride and true I'd bet my father's jewels on it I would!." [fade out]