I've got this old ski buddy that's been puttin' together trips to Jackson for around thirty-five or fourty years now. Over the years, certain traditions tend to develop. One of my favorites has become the collection throughout the year and the accurate delivery of raunchy jokes.
Allow me to take you back to how this "tradition" began...
Back in 1981/82 (I believe it was), almost the entire group of locals from Loveland ended up goin' up there for that trip, there must have been 30 or 40 of 'em. In case you haven't noticed yet the Loveland crew represent the workin' class ski bums not the elitist upper cuff.
We all know the sardine effect that the tram induced, (these were the old tramcars which were even smaller BTW), and some of the pending leg cramping and such that can go along with it when you've been caught in the mid section of the can. Well anyway, this one member of "the club", who happened to be an amputee skier, was stuck there in the middle with his head over here and his foot over there... understandably, not really enjoying the ride. He's leaning up against a group of fur coated "upper cuffers" and eavesdropping in on their conversation about jet setting around the world. You know... "The snow in Chamonix was so much better last weekend" and "windsurfing in Aruba is the best" blah-blah-blah. You can imagine how he felt.
So he's talkin' with his friends and starts tellin' this joke, and it turned into one of those times like when E.F. Hutton used to talk. - Everybody shuts up and is listenin' - to his joke. It went somethin' like this:
There were these three whores complaining about their jobs. The
youngest whore said, "Boy, tonight really sucked. I did three tricks
for $50 each and my pimp took $100!" The second whore replied, "Wow,
you kept all that? Tonight I turned seven tricks for $50 each and my
pimp kept $300!" But the eldest whore said, "Both of you have it
easy. Back during the Depression, I had to give ten free blowjobs a
night just to have something warm in my stomach!"
His delivery was perfect, resulting in the furry crowd from the Sojourner to withdraw from his presence gasping and muttering sayings such as "ewww."
And to his benefit he was then able to get his leg under him and he and his buddies had plenty of elbowroom for the rest of the ride. That began the tradition of a great collection of raunchy "Tram jokes" as they've come to be known as by members of "My Buddies Ski Club."
It instantly brings back good memories and I know what to expect when one of my "buddies" calls me up and says "Hey, I've got a Tram joke for you."![]()
Sooo... How 'bout you? Got any tram stories you'd care to share?
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