Howdy All Ya'll Cowgirls, Cowboys and Cows,
Welcome to 2013, the Year of the Meat.
I recently took a trip by rail to the land of decadence and calories.
The conductor yelled "All aboard!" as Chad Der, Riga Toni, Henry Chicken and Max Grease piled into the caboose. With everyone accounted for and the wheels properly lubed with wine we were on our way.
Instantly Chad Der and Toni, as Riga preferred to be called, hit it off. After about 25 minutes together the pair was nearly inseparable and by the end of the ride they were getting ooey gooey all over each other.
With Chad Der and Riga Toni off in lover's paradise, Henry Chicken and Max Grease were left alone. It took Max Grease a while to warm up to Mr. Chicken, but once the pair got to talking they quickly developed an affinity for one and other. After a stop in the quaint town of Seasoningville for minor meatenance on the train, Chicken and Grease could be seen palling around like old friends.
The iron horse pulled into the station just before midnight. Passengers were unloaded directly into my mouth from which they enjoyed a short tour of my esophagus before spending a pleasant, restful night in my stomach.
Max, Riga, Chad and Hen's fate took a turn for the worse after their night at the Tummy Inn, but why end a happy story with such horrors? Just tell your children that they lived happily ever after...
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