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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So we can presume that there is a low, but very specific, level of satisfaction to be enjoyed by making trainspotters jealous... and that no other human activity/activities can achieve exactly that level.
(, Thu 28 Aug 2014, 17:50, Reply)
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