I had a pretty shit day on Wednesday and it was made a whole lot worse when i got on the tram to St. Kilda. As soon as the tram pulled up to the stop and i looked through the window and saw him i burst into flames. This fucking guy!!! Some old dude who swings on the railings in the tram, smells like a bar urinal, has chronic red eye that weeps and hes constantly wiping with dirty tissues, and spits into his jacket. Patrick's had a few run ins with him as has Todd who got him a couple of days in a row on the way to work. The worst fucking luck.
Friday, 30 May 2008
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loves it
i didnt quite get him right, i was working from memory, something that isnt as good as it use to be.
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