Train of Sin

I'm naming my personal train in my Fleet of Hedonism the 'Spanish Moon'.  Oh, how the mind wanders...

I remember a guy inviting me on a fly in fishing trip one time.  He said they figured a case of beer per guy, per day.  Something about the clean air or somesuch.  They rented a separate plane just to bring their beer in.  That train might have got the job done just as well.

In heaven there is no beer,

That's why we drink it here,

And when we're gone from here,

All our friends will be drinkin all the beer.

Everybody now... In....