'ello... I've only got room for youse if'n youse got somfin' I coud use..

Well, what do you need?

Jim tried not to act condescending towards the man. He seemed friendly enough, but Jim couldn't help thinking "He's a bum!" to himself.

I coud use sumfin' to wet mine whistle... Youse got any firebrew on you'n?

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I've got a flask with a bit of scotch in it, would that be enough?

I suppose so, and youse never mistreated me afore...

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Jim looked at his desolate surroundings. The street ended here as a dead end, so he was protected by the elements on three sides, and the cardboard and corrugated iron above him would do well enough to keep him dry.

He made himself as comfortable as was possible in such meager conditions, and fell asleep, thinking about the girl he had met before, and how nice it would be if she was with him.

Early the next morning, just after sunrise, Jim arose to see the drunken hobo lying on top of him stripped to the bone except for a brightly colored tube top.

There was something familiar about that shirt, and about the hobo's copius bosom.

:evil:

I'll open it again in a few hours time. If you're lucky.


People just coming into the thread now, read back over the last couple of pages, and learn from it.

Or maybe we can leave it closed and keep the 100k for ourselves.

You were the worst of the lot.

This will not happen again.

Only once :upset: