Don't Be Fooled

Johnny is terrified of trains.

Many thanks to Ghastly Delights

Booty Call

Hank hated to go out in public because he had the world's most attractive butt for a man, and he found that both men and woman were so fascinated by it that when his jacket would ride up for any reason, the nearest person (interestingly enough, never his wife) immediately grab for that anatomy.

From my Facebook page, The Hell You Say

Oh The Torture!

John and Sylvia had taken one of the trains that lacked a bar car. And neither had bothered with so much as a flask.


Grateful Acknowledgments to It's Not Safe Here

Oh, Pardon Me

"..., but that's my train. See you Tuesday."


Courtesy of Random Index

I Hear That Train A-Comin'

Few people are privy to the secret fear that Johnny Cash had of trains. Faced with a Silver Express redeye as the only way to reach a show venue in Kansas City the next day, Johnny had to find a doctor who would agree to travel with him and his entourage, and administer sedatives until they reached their destination.


Ironically, he wrote "Folsom Prison Blues" directly after that train ride.


(of course, this is all a lot of horseshit that I made up -- please don't let this end up as an addendum to online biographies of The Man In Black)


Borrowed From Ffffound

"Get Lost, Stutterer."

...she said. And he had had such wonderful enthusiasm. Tough luck, Tiger.


Thanks to Eat My Crayola