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There's a pile of scrap timber, rubble and general turds in the road opposite my work with a hand-written sign reading "Free Shed". Tell us about random, completely hatstand stuff and people you've seen
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( , Thu 21 Apr 2011, 11:38)
There's a pile of scrap timber, rubble and general turds in the road opposite my work with a hand-written sign reading "Free Shed". Tell us about random, completely hatstand stuff and people you've seen
Suggested by Sandettie Light Vessel Automatic
( , Thu 21 Apr 2011, 11:38)
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Frank
In my hometown, there's a guy called Frank. He wanders around the town, always striding purposefully, occasionally chatting to himself.
He used to drink in the pub where I worked, he's a really nice bloke (and has the strongest handshake I've ever experienced) but due to the abovementioned conversations with himself and the occasionally random (or are they?) things that he said, he's generally known to all as Mad Frank - not behind his back either, it's all good-natured.
My dad bumped into him in town a while back, and said hello.
"Are you still mad?" said my dad
"About what?" replied Frank
( , Thu 21 Apr 2011, 14:05, 1 reply)
In my hometown, there's a guy called Frank. He wanders around the town, always striding purposefully, occasionally chatting to himself.
He used to drink in the pub where I worked, he's a really nice bloke (and has the strongest handshake I've ever experienced) but due to the abovementioned conversations with himself and the occasionally random (or are they?) things that he said, he's generally known to all as Mad Frank - not behind his back either, it's all good-natured.
My dad bumped into him in town a while back, and said hello.
"Are you still mad?" said my dad
"About what?" replied Frank
( , Thu 21 Apr 2011, 14:05, 1 reply)
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