hopefully she made it backI've done that before and ended up at the bus terminal where there's been no other busses for a few hours ... so you hace to sleep outside on a bench, and that's where things started to go wrong for me; they wouldn't let me back on the bus in the morning because I was a bit smelly of the booze and looked unwashed, and I was miles away from home without a phone. In the end it took me three weeks of walking and sleeping rough to get back to the house, by which time my wife had had me declared dead; so now I really do live on the streets as a tramp, all because I fell asleep on a bus.
it's a sad sad stroy or love and loss and beards
(it's a sad sad stroy or love and loss and beards
Prof UnderCover evitable,
Wed 11 Jun 2008, 10:27,
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