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.
suggested by kaol
( , 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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Tramp fun - a compilation
I was out in town once when I saw, what looked like, a couple doing the Can-can down the street. As they got closer I realised they were singing "New York, New York" and high kicking along to it. As they got closer still I realised it was my sister and a local tramp. When I asked her what she was doing she said "He knows all the words!"
I went on a long weekend stag do in Prague, there was this street where all the tramps would sleep. They lay in a line equaly spaced out looking like a row of pungent fish fingers in sleeping bags. Tramp hurdling became a popular on-the-way-home sport. None of the tramps batted an eyelid so I guess it was quite common for them to be jumped over by brits abroad.
I lived in Newbury for a bit. The tramps there are in a league of their own. One of my mates saw two of them bumming... in a church graveyard... in full view of the pub over the road.... on a Friday night.
I now live in Bournemouth and we have a whole new level of tramp there:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=b13vsbLgwrs&NR=1
( , Fri 3 Jul 2009, 14:20, Reply)
I was out in town once when I saw, what looked like, a couple doing the Can-can down the street. As they got closer I realised they were singing "New York, New York" and high kicking along to it. As they got closer still I realised it was my sister and a local tramp. When I asked her what she was doing she said "He knows all the words!"
I went on a long weekend stag do in Prague, there was this street where all the tramps would sleep. They lay in a line equaly spaced out looking like a row of pungent fish fingers in sleeping bags. Tramp hurdling became a popular on-the-way-home sport. None of the tramps batted an eyelid so I guess it was quite common for them to be jumped over by brits abroad.
I lived in Newbury for a bit. The tramps there are in a league of their own. One of my mates saw two of them bumming... in a church graveyard... in full view of the pub over the road.... on a Friday night.
I now live in Bournemouth and we have a whole new level of tramp there:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=b13vsbLgwrs&NR=1
( , Fri 3 Jul 2009, 14:20, Reply)
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