Train Wreck thread

Can we all wear a clown suit and have a ton of scantily dressed women with us in one of those compartments to do some wicked movie making?
 
There once was a clown who worked at a hospital.

He loved all the kids, and they loved him.

He sang, he joked, he made balloons.

Then he got caught stealing meds and they fired him, so he wanted to off himself.

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That was it, the job was done. Now he only had to wait for Johnny to show so they could make the exchange. After that? Jeff didn’t know. Vegas, maybe; or he could motor down Los Angeles way. He’d heard Florida was beautiful. He grew impatient. Where the heck was Johnny?

A train rumbled by, masking the sound of a slowly approaching car. It stopped behind Johnny’s old Ford and a driver dressed in black stepped out and lightly closed the door behind him. When he was just three feet from where Johnny stood, leaning on his midnight blue hot rod, a leaf crunched underneath a snakeskin boot.

Johnny turned around, startled by the sound. When he saw the gun, he...



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You better write more of this before i go out of town in the morning.If not i'll show up at your house and make you write more.LOL
 
-couldn't believe his Eyes. There was Ingrid, the northern goddess, a .45 in her hand pointing at him. Her Harley steaming but quiet now, the dark night and only stars lighting up the sky. What to do now, Johnny asked himself. Looking at Ingrid, his hand on his pecker and wishing for the best, he.......

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...grabbed for it, but he wasn’t fast enough. Johnny had the jump on him.

“Get in your ride,” commanded Johnny.
“Or what?” asked Jeff.
Johnny pressed the barrel of his pistol into Jeff’s ribs. “Or you eat lead, that’s what. Move it.”

Jeff got into his high boy and looked back up at Johnny. “And now?”

“Now you start that jalopy and drive in front of the train.” His face softened, and allowed a faint smile to creep onto his weathered face. “It was nice working with ya, kid. No hard feelings. This is just business.”

“Yeah. Business,” said Jeff. He started his Ford and revved the big V8. He threw the transmission into drive and mashed the accelerator. When the train hit him, he was smiling. He never made it to Vegas, or to Los Angeles, but he’d made the million dollars.

Now, sitting in his souped up pickup, Johnny watched in silence as the big train rumbled by. He didn’t like the work he did, but he didn’t hate it, either.

It was just the way of the walk. It was just business.

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totally forgetting about Ingrid who was left at the first crossing. She finally showed up on her bike, just looking at Johnny and the wreck in front of him. Another pointless waste of a really nice hot rod.......

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It was really late, the night was right for some relaxation. There was Ingrid in full size, tall
and with a real nice body, just waiting for some answers. The wreck still glowing in the night. What to do in that situation, Johnny asked himself. Outside it was cold, his hood still warm from the drive, lets make some intake burritos like Julio he thought, but that idea was way to lame with that kind of woman at hand.......

to be continued.
 
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