Tramps
Tramps, burn-outs and the homeless insane all go to making life that little bit more interesting.
Gather around the burning oil-drum and tell us your hobo-tales.
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( , Thu 2 Jul 2009, 15:47)
Tramps, burn-outs and the homeless insane all go to making life that little bit more interesting.
Gather around the burning oil-drum and tell us your hobo-tales.
suggested by kaol
( , Thu 2 Jul 2009, 15:47)
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I only recall one
Going back about 6 years or so, when I was a fat(ter) bastard, I had a part-time job after school that required me to bus to and from the city centre.
By the time I finished, the buses were running every 30 minutes, and just before I got to my stop I saw my bus pull away. Shit!
Oh well, another would turn up, but what to do for half an hour?
As was the case when I was bored, I decided I needed to eat. So I strolled over the road to purchase some lean cuisine (KFC). A few bits of chicken, chips and a coke, and I was set.
Anyway, the bus turns up early and I've barely started on my chips and coke. So, knowing that bus drivers don't like people eating on the bus, I turned to dump the rest in the bin.
But just in time I noticed a nearby homeless guy asking people for change. Something pulled at my heart strings (or maybe I was having a mild heart attack from my over-indulgence in grease laden 'food') and I walked over to him and gave him my large coke and chips.
He seemed very grateful and I felt like I'd made a difference in someone's life (oh how naive I was).
I realise this story is shit.
( , Thu 2 Jul 2009, 16:15, 4 replies)
Going back about 6 years or so, when I was a fat(ter) bastard, I had a part-time job after school that required me to bus to and from the city centre.
By the time I finished, the buses were running every 30 minutes, and just before I got to my stop I saw my bus pull away. Shit!
Oh well, another would turn up, but what to do for half an hour?
As was the case when I was bored, I decided I needed to eat. So I strolled over the road to purchase some lean cuisine (KFC). A few bits of chicken, chips and a coke, and I was set.
Anyway, the bus turns up early and I've barely started on my chips and coke. So, knowing that bus drivers don't like people eating on the bus, I turned to dump the rest in the bin.
But just in time I noticed a nearby homeless guy asking people for change. Something pulled at my heart strings (or maybe I was having a mild heart attack from my over-indulgence in grease laden 'food') and I walked over to him and gave him my large coke and chips.
He seemed very grateful and I felt like I'd made a difference in someone's life (oh how naive I was).
I realise this story is shit.
( , Thu 2 Jul 2009, 16:15, 4 replies)
it's not that shit.
I thought it was pretty nice actually. So ner.
( , Thu 2 Jul 2009, 16:48, closed)
I thought it was pretty nice actually. So ner.
( , Thu 2 Jul 2009, 16:48, closed)
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Yeah, it's shit.
I think it needed more laser, and sex, and teh fluffeh.
( , Wed 8 Jul 2009, 18:21, closed)
Yeah, it's shit.
I think it needed more laser, and sex, and teh fluffeh.
( , Wed 8 Jul 2009, 18:21, closed)
I thought
you were going to say that the tramp refused your generous offer of greasy food. anyway, it's a nice story and shows that you did something nice for a fellow human, which is always a win.
( , Thu 9 Jul 2009, 12:04, closed)
you were going to say that the tramp refused your generous offer of greasy food. anyway, it's a nice story and shows that you did something nice for a fellow human, which is always a win.
( , Thu 9 Jul 2009, 12:04, closed)
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