TrampsTramps, 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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chthonic, Thu 2 Jul 2009, 15:47)
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When I used to work in Camden we had a wealth of tramps. This was one of them...Actually, I'd never seen her before.
Typical trampette though, got 50p for a bus, all that jazz.
I said no. So she asked me for a tenner.
I said no more firmly. So she told me she was pregnant.
I stared at her blankly. So she told me it was mine.
Genius.
I gave her the 50p in the end.
And it wasn't mine, before you ask.
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mrlogic is copying your beard, Thu 2 Jul 2009, 18:42,
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best one*click*
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