Things you've done when you've had no money.
Apart from the usual survival rations of beans, white bread and Doll Noodles™, we've all done things to compensate for having no money. Personally I spent 6 months barefoot to save on the cost of shoes. What pathetic things have you done when the cash ran out?
( , Fri 8 Oct 2004, 9:34)
Apart from the usual survival rations of beans, white bread and Doll Noodles™, we've all done things to compensate for having no money. Personally I spent 6 months barefoot to save on the cost of shoes. What pathetic things have you done when the cash ran out?
( , Fri 8 Oct 2004, 9:34)
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Lunchtimes at college..
I was always skint and never had anything to eat, so I had a few tricks up my sleeve to get food. The most honest was to offer to go to the shop for a few people and keep a bit of the change from each.
My favourite (and more successful) was to wait until someone was tucking into their food and then put them off. Ususally by telling a story that got more and more disgusting as it went along. To give you an idea, My favourite tale was one about going to visit my dear old granny in the chest ward of the hospital. I would go into graphic detail about how the old dears would all be gradually filling their spitboxes with their finest chest butter and rounding it off with the mad old codge who would go round and empty them. If you're sqeamish turn away now. He would empty them by filling a bucket, getting to the bin which was full and end up drinking it.
It never failed. Even as people got wise to my tricks, I got more inventive and vile. It got to the point where sometimes someone would take a bite of their pie, I'd say 'I went to the hospital to see my gran' and they'd just hand it over.
( , Mon 11 Oct 2004, 11:03, Reply)
I was always skint and never had anything to eat, so I had a few tricks up my sleeve to get food. The most honest was to offer to go to the shop for a few people and keep a bit of the change from each.
My favourite (and more successful) was to wait until someone was tucking into their food and then put them off. Ususally by telling a story that got more and more disgusting as it went along. To give you an idea, My favourite tale was one about going to visit my dear old granny in the chest ward of the hospital. I would go into graphic detail about how the old dears would all be gradually filling their spitboxes with their finest chest butter and rounding it off with the mad old codge who would go round and empty them. If you're sqeamish turn away now. He would empty them by filling a bucket, getting to the bin which was full and end up drinking it.
It never failed. Even as people got wise to my tricks, I got more inventive and vile. It got to the point where sometimes someone would take a bite of their pie, I'd say 'I went to the hospital to see my gran' and they'd just hand it over.
( , Mon 11 Oct 2004, 11:03, Reply)
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