Epic tales of the thumb, the open road and getting robbed by hairy-arsed truck drivers. Alternatively, travelling for free like a dreadful fare-jumping cheat. Confess.
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(, Thu 21 Aug 2014, 13:34)
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Also, the chances of him going to sleep on the 192 and not having his shoes, his wallet, and possibly a kidney stolen are pretty minimal.
(, Fri 22 Aug 2014, 14:15, 1 reply)
there was a weird mental bloke who played a plastic flute for money up and down the route sometimes. you'd see him in stockport town centre as well.
(, Fri 22 Aug 2014, 14:21, closed)
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