what train?
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the train!! the goods train! don't tell me you never saw it - it was mahoosive
press play again and watch more carefully this time |
hurry up
i've eaten a chilled bounty bra in the time it's taking you to watch that goods train |
WHO?
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your future-self i think but it's so long ago now it's all a wee bit hazy
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There's nothing on the train...
because I've got all the goods. *Ba dum pum...psssshhh* |
Just kidding.
Clearly it's carrying 7 1/2 tons of Chick-O-Stick. ![]() |
500 pounds of crawdads for the gigantic crawdad boil tonight in my back yard that everyone's invited to. And several hundred yards of calico for the quilting bee after the men get drunk and start shooting at beer cans over at Jim's.
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the train is festering with bloodthirsty chihuahuas and used boomerangs
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Ah, that was the 5.43am Blootered Scotsman, it's usually full of blootered Scotsmen.
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the train is carrying loads of my childhood memories. specifically memories of sitting in the family car while my obsessed railfan father paced around train tracks taking photos of sights just as these. memories of listening to him recount the serial numbers of the locomotives on our way home. memories of his voice saying, "we're going to stop off at the roundhouse while we're out" and memories of my mother's voice telling me to go play downstairs because my father's railfan friends were coming over to watch unending slideshows of the above mentioned photos. and finally, memories of a never-completed living room sized model railroad set painstakingly constructed by hand to emulate the route of a specific freight train in new england.
watch the video carefully. if you see a spray painted tag that reads "zoowilly" you've found the car carrying these memories. my father liked to leave his mark. |
he was prolly descended from hoboes
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mine is full of ****ing manners, now shut the **** up
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