
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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In my younger days I had slightly long hair. I was once standing on the platform in Baker Street underground station waiting for a tube when a tramp drunkenly staggered up to me, put both his hands upon my shoulders and said "Alright darling". I replied in my deepest, gruffest, manliest voice "get off mate". The hobo muttered "It's a bloke" as he staggered backwards. He then announced it to everyone standing on the platform "It's a bloke! Fuck me! It's a bloke!". Made my day that did.
( , Thu 2 Jul 2009, 22:16, Reply)
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