Chargeride
Well-Known Member
From Transilvaainia
A guy got off the train yesterday at sat outside the cafe near me, he was in his sixties, floor length orange trenchcoat with fur edged hood, orange, pink and yellow blotch jumpsuit, safari hat covered in fruit and a helium balloon attached.
He proceeded to place a backpack full of trinkets all over the table in the most gayest performance art while glancing at me for approval.
Eventually I said.
'looking good dude'.
He silently responded with the hand on chest gesture.
Cars stop for the crossing, so he had a continous captive audience.
I looked up and he was gone, he reappeared with fish and chips, I was expecting a dainty consumption, maybe with a knife and fork he had brought.
No, he destroyed the lot with his hands like a starved dog.
He crunched up the paper and burped like a sailor.
I so wanted to film him, but it wouldnt be nice.
Sometimes on my fatbike with my orange helmet I feel like a straight version of him
A guy got off the train yesterday at sat outside the cafe near me, he was in his sixties, floor length orange trenchcoat with fur edged hood, orange, pink and yellow blotch jumpsuit, safari hat covered in fruit and a helium balloon attached.
He proceeded to place a backpack full of trinkets all over the table in the most gayest performance art while glancing at me for approval.
Eventually I said.
'looking good dude'.
He silently responded with the hand on chest gesture.
Cars stop for the crossing, so he had a continous captive audience.
I looked up and he was gone, he reappeared with fish and chips, I was expecting a dainty consumption, maybe with a knife and fork he had brought.
No, he destroyed the lot with his hands like a starved dog.
He crunched up the paper and burped like a sailor.
I so wanted to film him, but it wouldnt be nice.
Sometimes on my fatbike with my orange helmet I feel like a straight version of him
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