
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.
Suggested by Social Hand Grenade
( , Thu 21 Aug 2014, 13:34)
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I started walking and hitched a lift on the way. The chap who picked me up had his pajamas on as he had just been rang to collect his daughter from a party.
Gripping stuff eh?
( , Thu 28 Aug 2014, 13:34, 4 replies)

I gave him several cigarettes for his trouble.
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