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Right, this maybe pearoast material from a previous QOTW I answered, but who cares

Anyway, this particular tramp story occurred outside the big Cole Brothers (or John Lewis as it is today) opposite the City Hall a few years back.

It was a typical sunny saturday afternoon, and me and a bunch of friends were aimlessly wandering through town, we was walking past the City Hall/Cole brothers and then suddenly...

'Excuse me mate...ya got the time?' came a gruff voice

It was said tramp, along with his partner in crime, trampette.

'nah, sorry mate...' says I 'but there is a big clock up there, why don't you just look at that?'

(anyone from Sheffield would know that the clock tower by the Peace Gardens is clearly visable from that point)

Then the tramp got really irate for some reason, probably because he was fuelled by pikey cider and came out with:

'ARRGGHHH!! SHUT THE FUCK UP YA CHEEKY BASTARD! RAH RAH RAH (and other profanities)'

he stands up and storms towards us, but collapses after about 3 steps, he picks himself up and staggers back to his bench to join trampette.

We were about to walk off, then we heard:

'AND YOU CAN SHURRUP N ALL YA STUPID BITCH!!'

we turn round to find tramp beating seven shades of shit out of trampette, leaving her lying in a pool of blood and saliva.

bit uncalled for in my opinion, considering she hardly said a word.
(Lord Chode, Fri 3 Jul 2009, 11:50, 2 replies)

I thought a trampette
was a small trampoline? Boing-y boing!
( gareth_alien will be human again at, Fri 3 Jul 2009, 14:55, closed)

no need to be nit picky!
^
(Lord Chode, Fri 3 Jul 2009, 22:14, closed)