The Hall of Fame Express next dashes to a city somewhere in South Central Florida. It is here where the conductors draw straws to determine who will pilot the Air Boat to snag our next passenger. Being a swamp thing redneck from the deep south, SirNope volunteers to take command.
As we speed through the Florida Everglades, we remind Dumpo that while we understand he loves to blow Bill Belichick and Tom Brady, their juices he swallows, does not make him invincible...so it is really not a good idea to feed the Gators.
Sir Nope spots the shanty in the distance, as we approach with extreme caution, not knowing what to expect. Suddenly the screen door screeches open, and out pops a figure with a torn and tattered Tim Tebow jersey...named for his own existence, we recognize the figure to be INKcogkneedough.
The team of conductors screams at him to grab his shit, so we can get the fuck out of this hell hole he calls home.
ICKD: “Whatcha reckon I need to be bringin with?”
Conductors: “Only the bare necessities.”
Through the door, we can see him perusing through the mountains for nic bitch tins heÂ’s collected over the past two and a half decades. 2 minutes later he is aboard with 4 porn magazines, and a copy of the Wall Street Journal...and we are off.
As pr0f begins the debriefing, we have nearly returned to the HOF express. ICKD admits that while he has remained single....other than being married to the nic bitch....he does have a history of “peeping Tomness.”
While he hasnÂ’t thought much about the money he has saved by divorcing that nic bitch, he does agree with mitchy, that Vegas is the greatest city in the Universe.
We all disembark from the boat, and board the HOF. ICKD finds a seat with all his pals, Shelly, Cindy, jlawrence, eeyore, nmcb, tshane, cpoz and Jdubthe2nd. We notify them that on this train, there are no rules. Pushing chipper off the train, does not consummate homicide.
SoxFan enters from the baggage car carrying about 50 cell phones he has stolen. He has blown through his data plan with Boost Mobile, and needs the additional Megs to get his fix of KTC... ICKD approaches and informs him that he will be using Sox’s name, as a “write-in,” for the next general election. All of the passengers are amazed at the mountains of cash ICKD is stuffing in Sox’s pants. Thos four porn mags were stuffed with thousands of dollars of cash. Just as a great Washington lobbyist would, ICKD demands Sit put Skoal Monster on his ticket, and the two seal the deal by kicking each other in the shnuts.
