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Speaking of hobos.
These two hobos (Buddy and Hal) were walking down the RR tracks lamenting on how hungry they were when they came across a dead raccoon.
Hal says...heck yeah, food, at last!!
Now this poor raccoon had been dead for quite awhile you understand, but ol' Hal was so dang hungry he commenced to chowing down.
He looks up at Buddy and asks between a mouthful of rancid raccoon meat if he was going to have some?
Buddy said nah, I'll wait for something better on down the line, but please...enjoy your meal Hal.
So.....an hour or so later they were shuffling along the afore mentioned tracks when they spied a dead deer in the bushes along side of the tracks.
The poor deer was pretty mangled up (must have been hit by a passing train) and looked to have been laying there for a goodly spell, but the raccoon was a pretty meager meal for ol' Hal, and his belly was still aching with hunger pains (hunger pains?) and he commenced to cutting strips off the haunch of the long dead deer and stuffing them in his mouth.
And being the gentleman he is he asked his old buddy Buddy if he was going to have some, but again, Buddy said he'd pass in hopes of a better meal later on down the tracks.
Sooo...not too long after the deer feast they were shuffling along the same said tracks when it became clear the pains in Hal's gut weren't just from hunger and he spewed forth a torrent of vomit akin to an erupting volcano or Linda Blair in the Excorsist.:barf:
Ol' Buddy being the smarter of the two was anticipating the upckucking and he whipped out his trusty spoon and says....
Finally a hot meal!, and commenced to shoveling the still warm vomit into his salivating mouth.
ohhh nooo....