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Evolution of the Kingdom 013 - 1920 Mack Model AC with Side Dump Trailers
Welcome to the Roaring Twenties! Home of Prohibition, Chicago gangsters, speakeasies, and fappers, I mean flappers. Sorry, remember, the King is writing this on a typewriter, which means that he cannot backspace like all you techies out there. And to make it worse, Windows made the King upgrade a few weeks ago to Windows 10 and it is just a pain in the dookie maker to move around the typewriter. Yeah, that's right, Windows on a typewriter. What, you think the King is lying about his awesome typewriter? He's a King, which means that he can do whatever he wants. So this was written on Flickr on the Internet on the Geebeege Truck King's typewriter. You don't believe the King, and you get roasted as an immature right on an open fire. Mmmm, can't you just imagine that smoky flavor of them immatures? Maybe the King will go hunting for one after this post.
Anyway, this geebeege truck is a 1920 Mack Model AC. At this point, Mack was about a quarter way done with production of the AC, which means it would stop releasing this model by 1928. Man, you're probably tired of seeing so many pictures of the Model AC's, but this is history, people. And isn't this particular picture cool? Seriously, when was the last time you saw a geebeege truck train? Unless you're at least 90 years old, never. The closest you'd get is a Heil Starr, but those are barely around these days. You know, the King's college roommate Bobby Cortez's cousin Paco DeSoto learned English from this old man who jumped the border and rode by freight train to the South Bay in California once. Here's his story.
So, Paco grew up in a Spanish speaking village somewhere in Mexico. Of course, not much is known about his family except that he has at least one brother, Pueblo DeSoto. Nope, that's not the King making a mistake on his typewriter, Pueblo is his name-o. The King's heard that Paco's parents were smoking that grass when Senora DeSoto went into labor, and she was so baked from the weed and so tired from delivering the kid that when the doctor gave her the birth certificate, she wrote Pueblo instead of Pablo. Hilarious! And since Pueblo was pretty much conceived smoking that Mary Jane, all he ever does is eat triple stuffed chicken quesadillas and drink tequila. That weed sure gets you hungry fast! You know the Girl Scouts of America came up with this genius idea of standing in front of weed shops, trying to sell their cookies to potheads coming in and out of the shops. Only, those stoners don't buy them, because they already spent all their money on smoking weed! Maybe they could save their money if the King hires some people to stand in front of the weed shops and sell roasted pigs, chicken, and immatures! Drugs are trash. Roasted game from the King is not. Simple logic there.
Anyway, Paco did go to school at one time to learn some English and stuff, but he did so badly that he decided to drop out of third grade at the age of 18 and sell drugs for Mari-Trade for Rancho (If you don't know Rancho, you gotta brush up on your studies of the Evolution of the Kingdom). But Paco had a really hard time selling to some people because a good number of them were American tourists who were tricked by Bobby and his fake travel agency. Remember, that's where Bobby got loaded off of tricking people into a paradise getaway, only to send them to Paco's village! Man, Bobby sure is intelligent for a druggie! So Paco went to this old man to learn English in order to sell drugs to American tourists. The old man has made numerous attempts to jump the border for a better living. He finally succeeded about 30 years ago when he starved himself thin enough to fit in between the bars and became a stowaway on a train headed to the Port of Long Beach in Southern California. There, he got a job eating people's leftovers at a family restaurant. Got chased out many times by the owners of that restaurant for some reason, and had to compete with pigeons and seagulls eating people's food that they threw out. Man, The King knows how he must've felt. The King was a trash scavenger, remember? Read about it here: www.flickr.com/photos/143155628@N02/28554039355/in/photos...
Anyway, he learned English after a few years, and even formed full sentences, like, "Get the hell out of my restaurant!" or, "Hey! I'm still eating that!" or, "Why don't you get out of this joint and eat some tacos instead!" Stuff like that. And he hopped back on the freight train and tried to slide through the bars, only he had gotten so fat from eating people's leftovers that he got stuck. When the Border Patrol found him, they couldn't even get him out, so they had to saw out the bars to take him into customs. Luckily they let him go, since he was trying to run back into Mexico. Still has the border imprints along the center of his body from getting stuck. Glad he's OK, and taught Paco English!
Border jumping and leftovers aside, this Mack Model AC geebeege truck train didn't actually go on route like this. Those horses were still employed by the 1920's, and they had their own trailers to pull around. When filled, they would meet the geebeege truck to drop off the full trailer and pick up an empty one and go back on route. Funny, you'd think those geebeege horses would take forever to finish their route, but guess they could go another couple rounds in a day. No wonder they were used until the 1950's! Strong asses they were. No wait, a strong ass is a donkey, or a cute girl's rear end. Would be nice to have a Geebeege Truck Queen with one of those!
Evolution of the Kingdom 013 - 1920 Mack Model AC with Side Dump Trailers
Welcome to the Roaring Twenties! Home of Prohibition, Chicago gangsters, speakeasies, and fappers, I mean flappers. Sorry, remember, the King is writing this on a typewriter, which means that he cannot backspace like all you techies out there. And to make it worse, Windows made the King upgrade a few weeks ago to Windows 10 and it is just a pain in the dookie maker to move around the typewriter. Yeah, that's right, Windows on a typewriter. What, you think the King is lying about his awesome typewriter? He's a King, which means that he can do whatever he wants. So this was written on Flickr on the Internet on the Geebeege Truck King's typewriter. You don't believe the King, and you get roasted as an immature right on an open fire. Mmmm, can't you just imagine that smoky flavor of them immatures? Maybe the King will go hunting for one after this post.
Anyway, this geebeege truck is a 1920 Mack Model AC. At this point, Mack was about a quarter way done with production of the AC, which means it would stop releasing this model by 1928. Man, you're probably tired of seeing so many pictures of the Model AC's, but this is history, people. And isn't this particular picture cool? Seriously, when was the last time you saw a geebeege truck train? Unless you're at least 90 years old, never. The closest you'd get is a Heil Starr, but those are barely around these days. You know, the King's college roommate Bobby Cortez's cousin Paco DeSoto learned English from this old man who jumped the border and rode by freight train to the South Bay in California once. Here's his story.
So, Paco grew up in a Spanish speaking village somewhere in Mexico. Of course, not much is known about his family except that he has at least one brother, Pueblo DeSoto. Nope, that's not the King making a mistake on his typewriter, Pueblo is his name-o. The King's heard that Paco's parents were smoking that grass when Senora DeSoto went into labor, and she was so baked from the weed and so tired from delivering the kid that when the doctor gave her the birth certificate, she wrote Pueblo instead of Pablo. Hilarious! And since Pueblo was pretty much conceived smoking that Mary Jane, all he ever does is eat triple stuffed chicken quesadillas and drink tequila. That weed sure gets you hungry fast! You know the Girl Scouts of America came up with this genius idea of standing in front of weed shops, trying to sell their cookies to potheads coming in and out of the shops. Only, those stoners don't buy them, because they already spent all their money on smoking weed! Maybe they could save their money if the King hires some people to stand in front of the weed shops and sell roasted pigs, chicken, and immatures! Drugs are trash. Roasted game from the King is not. Simple logic there.
Anyway, Paco did go to school at one time to learn some English and stuff, but he did so badly that he decided to drop out of third grade at the age of 18 and sell drugs for Mari-Trade for Rancho (If you don't know Rancho, you gotta brush up on your studies of the Evolution of the Kingdom). But Paco had a really hard time selling to some people because a good number of them were American tourists who were tricked by Bobby and his fake travel agency. Remember, that's where Bobby got loaded off of tricking people into a paradise getaway, only to send them to Paco's village! Man, Bobby sure is intelligent for a druggie! So Paco went to this old man to learn English in order to sell drugs to American tourists. The old man has made numerous attempts to jump the border for a better living. He finally succeeded about 30 years ago when he starved himself thin enough to fit in between the bars and became a stowaway on a train headed to the Port of Long Beach in Southern California. There, he got a job eating people's leftovers at a family restaurant. Got chased out many times by the owners of that restaurant for some reason, and had to compete with pigeons and seagulls eating people's food that they threw out. Man, The King knows how he must've felt. The King was a trash scavenger, remember? Read about it here: www.flickr.com/photos/143155628@N02/28554039355/in/photos...
Anyway, he learned English after a few years, and even formed full sentences, like, "Get the hell out of my restaurant!" or, "Hey! I'm still eating that!" or, "Why don't you get out of this joint and eat some tacos instead!" Stuff like that. And he hopped back on the freight train and tried to slide through the bars, only he had gotten so fat from eating people's leftovers that he got stuck. When the Border Patrol found him, they couldn't even get him out, so they had to saw out the bars to take him into customs. Luckily they let him go, since he was trying to run back into Mexico. Still has the border imprints along the center of his body from getting stuck. Glad he's OK, and taught Paco English!
Border jumping and leftovers aside, this Mack Model AC geebeege truck train didn't actually go on route like this. Those horses were still employed by the 1920's, and they had their own trailers to pull around. When filled, they would meet the geebeege truck to drop off the full trailer and pick up an empty one and go back on route. Funny, you'd think those geebeege horses would take forever to finish their route, but guess they could go another couple rounds in a day. No wonder they were used until the 1950's! Strong asses they were. No wait, a strong ass is a donkey, or a cute girl's rear end. Would be nice to have a Geebeege Truck Queen with one of those!