A homeless person on my street is pretty cool and made me think about my life.
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I met a homeless old woman once.
She said "I once had a girl"
I said "What?"
She replied "or should I say, she once had me."
I ran in fear.
I love you guys. :frogbon:
He's obviously trippin' and if you gave him any money it would have funded his drug habit, you should have beaten him to teach him that the world doesn't need drugged up hippies like him.
Wow, that's a heartwarming story.
Next time you see him, give him a dollar. He deserves it.
Probably a retired Hippie.
Shouldn't you be thinking about not being a dick in the first place? It's not like a homeless man really should need to tell you.
He was probablly baked all day.
And that was weird!Mind = blown
Also,pics or lie,cause it looks like a script for a film.
... That guy is on he's way to ascension..
You can't understand him if you have a low frequency.
[QUOTE=Andreewww;19591100]What is love?[/QUOTE]
Baby don't hurt me... Don't hurt me, no more...
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What is it with these Beatles lyrics threads?
[QUOTE=Pretiacruento;19592389]Baby don't hurt me... Don't hurt me, no more...
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What is it with these Beatles lyrics threads?[/QUOTE]
That's 'all you need is love'...
[QUOTE=selby3962;19591140]I met a homeless old woman once.
She said "I once had a girl"
I said "What?"
She replied "or should I say, she once had me."
I ran in fear.[/QUOTE]
thats really sad.
he's probably was high as fuck
Once, a homeless woman went to my door and said "Food please, I'm really hungry"
I told her "get a job you fucking bitch!"
[QUOTE=Obtuse;19593006]Get solicited for sex, have philosophical crisis.[/QUOTE]
You mean:
[img]http://memegenerator.net/Instances/692/Advice-Dog-GET-SOLICITED-FOR-SEX-HAVE-PHILOSOPHICAL-CRISIS.jpg[/img]
The bird is the word.
[QUOTE=PenisMaLord;19593422]The bird is the word.[/QUOTE]
Everybody knows that the bird is the word
[QUOTE=iamgnome;19590667]yeahh crack will do that to ya[/QUOTE]
Crack makes you very violent. I think you're thinking of weed.
:geno:
[QUOTE=Muscar;19592228]Shouldn't you be thinking about not being a dick in the first place? It's not like a homeless man really should need to tell you.[/QUOTE]
Agreed.
There was a nice homeless woman around here who fed stray cats.
Also not really homeless, but deserves a mention; A man named Helgi used to stand on the crossroads by my house carrying various signs that protested the church, the government and various social issues.
He was there for decades before I was born, he stood there when I started walking to first grade by myself, I remember being a little spooked by him for some reason, but I always thought he looked a bit like Santa on his day off.
He stood there for over 10 hours a day, every day, every year that I went to my school. When I got older I used to stop and talk to him, soon we became acquainted but I don't think I ever told him my name, it just never seemed relevant. He always looked really firm standing there, with a white full beard, and his signs, it's hard for me to give you an idea about how odd these signs always were. Firstly, because I live in Iceland and they always were in Icelandic, and secondly because I rarely fully understood them myself. They were always extremely poetic, sometimes with intentional spelling errors or faults in the signs themselves where he seemed to be conveying the most emotion towards a subject.
The one that I remember the most since it was the first that I always saw him with was a giant black rectangle, with the top shaped like the silhouetted top of a church. You could see that this menacing thing was supposed to represent a church, the thing that shocked me were three tall windows on the side of it, with tall flames coming out. The sign said, and keep in mind that I'm trying to keep this as literal as I can.
[B]Burn You! Churches (this one was misspelled to resemble the word strangle) Of A Crucified Ghost.[/B]
Whenever I had a minute I'd stop by and he'd usually have something to say.
He was never very talkative, whenever I asked him something specific his speech was always thick with poetic phrasings, something I'm not good at and won't try to do justice but I was always moved by whatever little he had to share.
When I was about 11 or 12 I was walking past him at around Christmas, I think it was after Christmas. He stopped me and gave me a 100kr coin, which was about 2 dollars. He wished me a merry Christmas and smiled. It was the only time I had ever seen him with anything other than a firm, wise look on his face.
Back then I didn't appreciate it but now I think it was something that happened rarely.
Fast forward a few years and I'm graduated from my school and I've started college.
I hadn't really thought about old Helgi in the last 2 years, you just always assumed he was there, protesting silently but firmly like a rock, when I hear that he had just passed away.
I'm not sure what I felt back then, if I was sad and if I was, why?
But there was no mistaking what I felt when I was walking home after my first trip up to my new school and I was walking up those crossroads towards my house where he used to stand.
The corner where an old man with a white beard and a tall sign usually stood was now empty, and instead there were flowers scattered all over it, and sure enough, in the middle of the occasionally trampled flower and extinguished candle stood one of his signs, against a fence.
After he died he was mourned in the papers and a then unknown to me history of his protesting over 40 years ago covered.
I got a bit carried away with this but I just felt like sharing.
[img] http://filesmelt.com/dl/helgi_hos.jpg[/img]
The hobo wants to stick it in your pooper.
Damn homeless hippies.
Good job OP
[QUOTE=Droogie;19596843]There was a nice homeless woman around here who fed stray cats.
Also not really homeless, but deserves a mention; A man named Helgi used to stand on the crossroads by my house carrying various signs that protested the church, the government and various social issues.
He was there for decades before I was born, he stood there when I started walking to first grade by myself, I remember being a little spooked by him for some reason, but I always thought he looked a bit like Santa on his day off.
He stood there for over 10 hours a day, every day, every year that I went to my school. When I got older I used to stop and talk to him, soon we became acquainted but I don't think I ever told him my name, it just never seemed relevant. He always looked really firm standing there, with a white full beard, and his signs, it's hard for me to give you an idea about how odd these signs always were. Firstly, because I live in Iceland and they always were in Icelandic, and secondly because I rarely fully understood them myself. They were always extremely poetic, sometimes with intentional spelling errors or faults in the signs themselves where he seemed to be conveying the most emotion towards a subject.
The one that I remember the most since it was the first that I always saw him with was a giant black rectangle, with the top shaped like the silhouetted top of a church. You could see that this menacing thing was supposed to represent a church, the thing that shocked me were three tall windows on the side of it, with tall flames coming out. The sign said, and keep in mind that I'm trying to keep this as literal as I can.
[B]Burn You! Churches (this one was misspelled to resemble the word strangle) Of A Crucified Ghost.[/B]
Whenever I had a minute I'd stop by and he'd usually have something to say.
He was never very talkative, whenever I asked him something specific his speech was always thick with poetic phrasings, something I'm not good at and won't try to do justice but I was always moved by whatever little he had to share.
When I was about 11 or 12 I was walking past him at around Christmas, I think it was after Christmas. He stopped me and gave me a 100kr coin, which was about 2 dollars. He wished me a merry Christmas and smiled. It was the only time I had ever seen him with anything other than a firm, wise look on his face.
Back then I didn't appreciate it but now I think it was something that happened rarely.
Fast forward a few years and I'm graduated from my school and I've started college.
I hadn't really thought about old Helgi in the last 2 years, you just always assumed he was there, protesting silently but firmly like a rock, when I hear that he had just passed away.
I'm not sure what I felt back then, if I was sad and if I was, why?
But there was no mistaking what I felt when I was walking home after my first trip up to my new school and I was walking up those crossroads towards my house where he used to stand.
The corner where an old man with a white beard and a tall sign usually stood was now empty, and instead there were flowers scattered all over it, and sure enough, in the middle of the occasionally trampled flower and extinguished candle stood one of his signs, against a fence.
After he died he was mourned in the papers and a then unknown to me history of his protesting over 40 years ago covered.
I got a bit carried away with this but I just felt like sharing.
[img] http://filesmelt.com/dl/helgi_hos.jpg[/img][/QUOTE]
Amazing story, thanks for sharing
The Homeless guy is a Beatles fan? KICKASS. Now, go out and buy him a CD player and buy him the Rubber Soul CD.
I think this is the greatest troll ever, he troll about Beatles and doesn't afraid of anything.
He wants in your pant's.
Look he's talking rubish. Love can get you killed, Like AIDS!
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