you should have cut out the middle man and just given him some beer

( Kitty v1.0 desperately naive, Fri 8 Oct 2010, 16:32, 2 replies, latest was 15 years ago)

what? fuck nah was I gonna waste my gas going to the store to buy him beer
he can walk his ass down the road and get it himself
( Lisette von Falcon, Fri 8 Oct 2010, 16:38, Reply)

it's not like he's got anything else to do

( Kitty v1.0 desperately naive, Fri 8 Oct 2010, 16:48, Reply)

If a homeless person ever has the cojones
to admit he wants the money for drink and/or drugs my brother will give them some. The old 'night shelter/feed my dog' schtick gets them nothing.
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Fri 8 Oct 2010, 16:46, Reply)

I hate when scrotes come up to you with a bollocks story about how they lost their bus money
and they just need 20p for the phone, so if you go to get your wallet out they say "oh could you make it 50p" and if you say ok they ask for £1, etc. Cunts.
( Kitty v1.0 desperately naive, Fri 8 Oct 2010, 16:49, Reply)

I hate it when scrotes come up to you. The end.
What you have just outlined is easily avoided by glaring hatefully at everyone, all the time. No-one asks me for shit.
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Fri 8 Oct 2010, 16:52, Reply)

I can make it shorter
I hate scrotes in general
( Amberl was stripey and dominated Europe, Fri 8 Oct 2010, 16:53, Reply)

concision ftw

( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Fri 8 Oct 2010, 16:56, Reply)

Shorter still:
I hate.
( Noeli overtheshoulderboulderholderthingstraplatchboobs, Fri 8 Oct 2010, 17:08, Reply)

I have to walk past the Scientology office to get lunch
they've stopped asking me if I want a free stress test.
( Kitty v1.0 desperately naive, Fri 8 Oct 2010, 17:03, Reply)

pfft
that's a bit like these fucking gypsys in the mall that always ask "may I see your nails??" then smother your hands in cream and try to sell you crap manicure kits
( Lisette von Falcon, Fri 8 Oct 2010, 17:25, Reply)

I've never had someone come up to me but he was on the side of the road and looked crap and that never happens around here and I felt bad

( Lisette von Falcon, Fri 8 Oct 2010, 16:57, Reply)

In London you get toerags trying it on all the time.
There was one chap who used to approach you in the petrol garage near my friend's house carrying a bike helmet and claiming to have had his bike nicked so he needed money to 'get back to Brixton'.

The third time he tried* it I said 'fucking hell mate this KEEPS happening to you, doesn't it?'

He remembered me after that.

*That was his THIRD mistake.
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Fri 8 Oct 2010, 17:03, Reply)

oh I lied, I did have a bloke once come up to my friends and I, asking for a couple bucks each because he was stranded and
he needed a ride to the city, like 70 miles away, we "didn't have any cash"...he looked most displeased
( Lisette von Falcon, Fri 8 Oct 2010, 17:13, Reply)

There's a woman who used to go the shelter I volunteered at
and she's lovely, she plays a guitar but she's so quiet that no one gives her money so I buy her a sammich when I see her. I want to take her home but I've been advised against it.
( Kitty v1.0 desperately naive, Fri 8 Oct 2010, 17:04, Reply)

Sammich?
SAMMICH? GET THEE BEHIND ME, SATAN!
( Davros' Granddad a voice of calm reason in a world of spastics., Fri 8 Oct 2010, 17:07, Reply)

A WHAT?

( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Fri 8 Oct 2010, 17:09, Reply)

That's what I wondered, Monty.

( Davros' Granddad a voice of calm reason in a world of spastics., Fri 8 Oct 2010, 17:11, Reply)

I am still wondering now, Davvo old bean.

( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Fri 8 Oct 2010, 17:23, Reply)

Could have been worse, Monters.
She could have said sammidge. Then where would we be?
( Davros' Granddad a voice of calm reason in a world of spastics., Fri 8 Oct 2010, 17:28, Reply)

We would be in merry HELL, old boy.
THAT'S where we would be.
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Fri 8 Oct 2010, 18:00, Reply)