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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Here's your fucking ear!
Back in the 80s I would often spend my lunch hour sharing some Special Brew with the dossers of Leicester Square. Once one came fresh from court and gleefully told her tale: she'd be scrapping with another lady of the road and it had got rough - her injured opponent had reached to her head and shrieked 'where's my ear'. She related, with pride, that she'd spat it out and crowed 'here's your fuckin ear'.
( , Fri 3 Jul 2009, 16:41, Reply)
Back in the 80s I would often spend my lunch hour sharing some Special Brew with the dossers of Leicester Square. Once one came fresh from court and gleefully told her tale: she'd be scrapping with another lady of the road and it had got rough - her injured opponent had reached to her head and shrieked 'where's my ear'. She related, with pride, that she'd spat it out and crowed 'here's your fuckin ear'.
( , Fri 3 Jul 2009, 16:41, Reply)
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