ranty dave, does your school do a walking bus? exersise and safty. Ring up and ask.
Then I could get a Kb Tshirt, move to Timaru and become a full time crossdressing faggot
sorry dude, you sound like a freeking sap.
I used to walk 20 miles to school IN THE SNOW. Now back in those days we didnt have enough money for shoes let alone a jumper. We made do with old rubbish sacks we found - washed them out and hanged them up to try.
Just think about that when you have you late with sugar and 3 diferant styles of cream. Not everyone had it as sweet as you did, alot of men died for your freedom and this is your attiute?
Nz and being a kiwi used to be about getting the shit done. Not complaining all the time.
Then I could get a Kb Tshirt, move to Timaru and become a full time crossdressing faggot
Fuck and you think you were hard done by. We were so poor that my brother and I had only one pair of shoes and one pair of gloves between us.
We'd take turns. When he had the shoes I had the gloves and walked twenty miles on my hands.
And don't talk to me about cow pats. I fell in a fresh one and nearly drowned.![]()
Skyryder
Free Scott Watson.
Mate! Mittens! You lived in luxuray! We never had mittens! We used to use news paper and wrap up like a christmas present (we didnt know what a chirstmas present looked like but some rich guy with mittens told us this) that was of cource untill mondays when we could sell out used newspapers for 1 cent per kg of newspaper at the recycleing plant 20km away.
One day I found a bike abandend down a gully on the side of the road, it had no seat and the tires were shot so i stuffed the tires really good with straw, wasnt the best but it worked. I had to sell it to timmay for 20 cents as we needed the money to buy our cabbage for the next months "soup" which really wasnt a soup more like water and a bit of moldy cabbage on top. Oh those were the days!
Then I could get a Kb Tshirt, move to Timaru and become a full time crossdressing faggot
You were lucky. We lived for three months in a paper bag in a septic tank. We used to have to get up at six in the morning, clean the paper bag, eat a crust of stale bread, go to work down t' mill, fourteen hours a day, week-in week-out, for sixpence a week, and when we got home our Dad would thrash us to sleep wi' his belt.
Lucky for you RantyDave, The south pacific manager of stage coach lives right here in Wellington. He has an apartment on Oriental Parade.
He hates getting interrupted at home..........
If you want a physical address, PM me.
He must have been the guy who my boss (also a public transport operator) was taking to the other week. He was sad that passenger numbers were down and was pondering why gloomily. My boss (and the rest of Wellington) knew exactly why, but my boss was tactful enough not to say "cos you don't have enough drivers, and your rostering system is bunk, and your drivers disrupted more than a week of buses because you wouldn't listen to their demands."
Heh, it was funny to listen to, I was right there.
Determined to kill my bike before it kills me
busses kill people.
700 people a year die from deisil emissions.
Then I could get a Kb Tshirt, move to Timaru and become a full time crossdressing faggot
Keep it rubber-side down...
2-3ks.. 5year... it is your call, but to me it would have been an adventure! to walk there and back...
but SHE is 5, (i would make her walk it from her 6th burpday.. as a treat!lol)
BUT the issue is with the bus Co...
the other day i was talking with a teacher, who had orgainised a trip with a couple of classes (5-7year olds).. some of the parents took some of the kids off somewhere else..... grrrr.. bus had to wait 10min.... donimo effect started!
what a ride so far!!!!
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