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The Semi-Retired Foamer has been a railfan since he was around 5 years old, a very young age when one really should avoid being involved with the gunzel community to any great extent.
After a few decades of train chasing, one decided to break with protocol and get married, thus leading to a severe cut in railfan activity.
Subsequent dealings with social misfits, lunatics, mental defectives and self-appointed experts lead to an even greater decrease in my hobby participation.
However things have changed thanks to our small group of trusted mate, interest has returned, and now I have become a bit more involved yet again. Having learned to laugh, with others, at all the more 'Moronic Foamers'.
.Oh the irony that lays behind that group name and the person who set it up..
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Thursday, November 22, 2007

The Semi-Retired Foamer's Sordid Night Life!




















I suppose many a good foamer is probably confused by the soft cuddly creatures appearing on this page of the 'Semi-Retired Foamers' Blog.
These fine things are called woman, also known as females, ladies or even Philippines hornbags.
Try as we may to replace woman with trains, it is still not quite the same. Sure an engine room can be warm and sweaty, however soft and cuddly they aren't.






Now I don't wish to create panic amongst the gunzel masses. With care, and constant ranting about 7SP3 one can be free from these scary creatures.

Alas some of us have already been trapped into the magic world of the woman. Some of us just accept our new fate, while some turn to lovely rum type beverages as demonstrated at left by the Colonel.

How do we escape their grasps? How do we return to a life of lineside railway erotica? How can we ever regain that magical botty tingling feeling of seeing a NR class scream by yet another rake of containers.
Oh where is our freedom to be back in the days when there was no real point to ones existence.



Perhaps none of us really belong there. Perhaps we all should be captured into the female trap and start breeding. Breeding our brains out.

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Stay tuned for the next episode where we discuss the two railfans, a night at Parkes and the missing potato.

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