The verdict? Even though I painted myself as just wanting to help a "friend", the authorities easily saw through me as a scumbag who likes to pilfer from retards.IQS.RLOW wrote:You are the son of an aged Mother. You and she have never always seen eye to eye, in fact she has thrown you out. You live on the streets. You are a hobo, a tramp. Night, your bedroom is the foyer of the local Post Office, which is also your mail address. Post Office, Nambour, Queensland 4560.
You truly are a good bloke. But, you are a person who chooses to sleep on the streets. You have done so for years. And.....you are likely to be described as less than a six pack, and I'd have to agree. Your mates are the typical hobo variety, not nasty people but, just like you......not like me.
You are a grub, dirty, you smell......you raid automatic phone/soft drink dispensers for neglected small change. You waste your taxpayer funded pension on booze and poker machines. You rarely eat. You are about 50 years of age, and you at least have the motivation to mow lawns to occasionally augment that pension. Your 'mates' are the typical tramp fuckers, and you enjoy their company.....well, it seems to me you do.
Every morning, when I arrive at that Nambour Rail Rank, you are there, as are about 7 other Cabs. You always cheerily say on my arrival, 'G'day Boss,' and you will impose yourself on me. There are times I wish you would not.
Then, your Mother died, and you were the sole beneficiary of her Estate.
Almost a Million Dollars.
Why hasn't he been ripped off by a glorified "lawyer on teh intardwebz"
I guess I'd better record this in the "Arsies gets an arsefucking" ledger.
The "Arsie gives an arsefucking" scoreboard is still blank
