Racoon has frozen his balls to a railroad track

it's the thought that counts

Aren’t you like in New York or Texas or something lol

Washington State?

Southern IN...I can see Louisville, KY, when the smog over them clears up...

LOL

There's a song in this story, just waiting for the right person to write it.

He'll be singing soprano when the train rolls 'round the mountain, when she comes

Something like this:

Or this...

If a train had just passed by, there may have been enough friction and warming to the rails to feel warm.

Who knew racoons balls don't have enough fur to prevent this?

I sure didn't.

Sounds faster than shaving, no?

haha that's a good one

Kenny Rogers song.

You picked a fine time to leave me Lucille. With 4 hungry children and balls stuck to the steel.

I've had some bad times, lived through some sad times
But this time the hurtin won't heal
You picked a fine time to leave me, Lucille"

Balls froze to the rail, waiting for spring thaw or the Hooterville Express.

Buy some broasted chicken.

(Still needs a little work). :)

When I let you lick'em, I didn't know your plan was to stick'em

You tricked me and left me, with balls to the rail,

I hope you die and rot in Hell Lucille.

Poor dogs!

You got something to say? Say it.

You don't tug on SUperman's cape.

You don't spit in the wind.

You don't pull the mask off that old Lone Ranger.

And you don't bad mouth another man's dogs. :)

Last Edited by JustmeTX on 01/26/2023 09:38 AM