ya know, i could probably keep you guys entertained for days...

Flashback to 1977....I had a friend named Kenny Humphries, he's dead now so all copyright shit is a non-issue. We all lived in an apartment complex that had a railroad track behind it. Kenny, he was one of thoese guys that saw bad things going to happen, and ran into them with a banshee wail and all 95 lbs of him flailing.

SO, on these tracks ran these little cars that checked the rails for distortion or junk dumped by others. Me and Kenny called 'em putt-putts for the sound they made. Ok, I'm gonna sound pretty bad here, cause it's true and I did it. I'd call it a disclaimer, but if they want to arrest me 30 years later, hit me up.

The plan was, I set off a fire in the woods 3 minutes before the putt-putts scheduled arrival. I hate to say it but it went off like clockwork. The operator stopped to investigate the fire, Kenny jumped in and took off with the putt-putt, howlin the whole time . He got about two miles before being arrrested. They had him reform school for the next two years.

He got out, grew up and became a building contractor. He died young but that story could have a worse ending