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Tales from the Truck Stop: High Times in Houston
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Tales from the Truck Stop. As phoned in to the computer-machine from parts near and far. High Times in Houston. Not too long ago, I was down in a bar down in Houston, Texas. I had been on a run of bad luck, and stopped in to use my last bit of cash to drown my sorrows. Yeah, I was in pretty sad shape. No sooner had I sat down in the place, I was approached by a comely, though rather large, senorita. Hey guapo, you buy me a cerveza, OK? I'll sit with you, OK? She either purred or slurred or both. I'll go ...
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Tales from the Truck Stop: Little Rosa, Lotsa Trouble -- Part 2
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Tales from the Truck Stop. As phoned in to the computer-machine from parts near and far. Little Rosa, Lotsa Trouble - Part 2. I sat in a smoky nightclub-type place like they show in the old-timey movies. There weren’t no color and everything sounded like I was listenin’ to it out of an old radio. Just then, somebody come up behind me and gimme a big ol back slap. 8220;Why, it’s my old pal Red! How you doin’, podnah? 8220;What are any of us doin’ here, my friend? Jerry was right. I was rolling them ol...
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Tales from the Truck Stop: Oklahoma is Not Okay, Part VI
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Tales from the Truck Stop. As phoned in to the computer-machine from parts near and far. Oklahoma is Not Okay, Part VI. 8220;I mean it, they are all going to die this time! DIE YOU BLASTED INSUFFERABLE LITTLE CHILDREN! 8221; screamed Big Joe as blue-green glowin’ smoke streamed out of his eyes. I struggled to free myself from my seatbelt. Luckily, Little Joe had woken up and I expected he was fixin’ to use his mental-type powers to save the poor little retards. 8220;Stop this madness now, Big Joe! 8220;A...
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Tales from the Truck Stop: Oklahoma Is Not Okay, Part I
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Tales from the Truck Stop. As phoned in to the computer-machine from parts near and far. Oklahoma Is Not Okay, Part I. If you have ever traveled the Oklahoma territories, you know them to be mostly lawless, desolate places, teeming with dangerous animals, wild folk, and other unexplained phenomena. It was at a truck stop outside of Tulsa where the following tale occurred. I tell ya, the blood was sucked right out of them goats like it was water! Somethin's out there - somethin' bad! Another said, "That's...
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Tales from the Truck Stop: Freightliner Fever, Part 2
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Tales from the Truck Stop. As phoned in to the computer-machine from parts near and far. Freightliner Fever, Part 2. I found an old cabin a few miles off the blacktop and bunked up there a couple weeks, mostly just to be alone. It was stocked with a few provisions, I don't know who put 'em there, but I was happy to help myself until they ran out. Heck, I was so poisonous to others that even the Snowman was stayin' outta my dreams. Surprisingly, it wasn't too messed up in there, no rats, dead bums, and su...
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Tales from the Truck Stop: RIP Snowman
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Tales from the Truck Stop. As phoned in to the computer-machine from parts near and far. Or whatnot. Now, I don't know how to say this without soundin' a bit soft, but he also came to me in dreams. Sometimes, pointin' me on the right path. So, I would say that I know me a lot about the Alabama Wildman, even though I don't know a whole lot about much else. Alien blood suckers attempting to torture and/or kill you. Etc - the same dreams everybody has. And you would be right. However, this turned ou...Anywa...
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Tales from the Truck Stop: Oklahoma is Not Okay, Part III
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Tales from the Truck Stop. As phoned in to the computer-machine from parts near and far. Oklahoma is Not Okay, Part III. The ranchers picked me and Little Joe up at the truck stop just before dark, and took us out to a lonely shack on top of a hill. There was some goats milling around in a fenced-in little corral deal. There was a tractor parked beside it, and an above-ground propane tank out behind it. Told me they'd be back at dawn to see how we did. Then they left. Red, it's standard procedure for me ...
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Tales from the Truck Stop: Don't Always Believe What You Hear on the Citizen's Band
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Tales from the Truck Stop. As phoned in to the computer-machine from parts near and far. Don't Always Believe What You Hear on the Citizen's Band. I swear to the Big Trucker in the Sky, I don’t know what the world’s a-comin’ to. Pull up your stool and get a load of this. The other day, a few of the regulars at the truck stop were gathered round the Citizen's Band. I'm looking for a friend." said a high-pitched voice on the radio. "Would you be my new Daddy? Say, let's get together and help that young pup!
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Tales from the Truck Stop: Oklahoma is Not Okay, Part V
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Tales from the Truck Stop. As phoned in to the computer-machine from parts near and far. Oklahoma is Not Okay, Part V. As I carried Little Joe toward the highway, the tractor’s engine began to smoke and sputter. The fields behind us were still afire, with no sign of the Chupacabra I had just dispatched with one swing of poor Little Joe. I could feel the heat on my back, but we seemed far enough way from the main fire to be out of danger for now. 8220;Need a ride, Mister? 8221; I said. “I just d...8220;Th...
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Tales from the Truck Stop: Little Rosa, Lotsa Trouble -- Part 3
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Tales from the Truck Stop. As phoned in to the computer-machine from parts near and far. Little Rosa, Lotsa Trouble - Part 3. I aimed to head out into the woods out back of the old man’s place, tryin’ to remember a path I’d seen long ago from the window of my pa’s rig but never had the mind to follow. 8220;Red.”. 8220;Uh, Wildman? 8221; I said. It was the voice of Jerry Reed! 8220;Ok, will do Jerry. Hey Jerry? 8220;Yes, Red? 8220;How did you know I was here? Are you some kind of guardian angel-type deal?
