Monday, June 1, 2009

Homeless romantic


Gone are the days of bogus African flings, this is the real thing. An enchanting afro courtship is what everyone needs in times like these.

Onto other news about my lonely life, i'm on the verge of making a scene in public just to keep me interesting. Like those homeless people at Central that have riveting conversations with themselves or the ones that crawl around collecting cigarette butts. There's actually this one lady that hassles people with an open empty wallet, fake crying that she left her wallet at the bank. So what is that in your hand you dumb scraggy broad? Sell me a better story and i'll throw a couple of cents your way.

Oh for fucks sake, my toast is burning. I'll end it here.

4 comments:

Me said...

Does somebody need a hug?

Tine said...

That and maybe a gigantic multi-flavoured slurpee.

Me said...

If you weren't living on the otherside of nowhere-Sydney I could supply one of those two; I'm guessing I wouldn't share the slurpee. Seriously.

Deal with it.

Tine said...

Ha! I'll deal.