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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I rememberstanding in front of her in the queue for Boots and she started mumbling. I turned around to see if it was directed at me but she seemed quite content. I wish I could say she was holding some hair removal cream but for the life of me, I really can't remember.
Oh Brenda, such a legend.
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