Today i took a ride on the autobus to get some new cds. Whist i was taking a stroll down graville street a person with no domicle approached me.
"I bet I can guess where you got your shoes." Asked the man
I then replied to him by saying "Alrite I'll give you my life savings if you can guess where i purchased them."
"Sportscheck!" Exclaimed the man
"Holy FUCK, how in the hell in god's name did you know that!?!?"
"I used to work there before my wife thru me out and i got robbed by a hooker with HIV" replied the man.
Hearing his story made me feel sorry for the man. And me being a man who never goes back on my word, we proceded to the nearest VanCity credit union where i transfered my entire life savings ($1,500) to his name.
Feeling optomistic with the good deed i had just done i returned home and told my mother the entire story. Not being the caring type as i, she threw me out of the house in a fit of anger.
As you read this seemingly harmless story i am updating my website daily at the internet cafe on seymour and dunsmir. I now see he man who i gave the money to regulary as we share a bunk at the local union gospel. It seems he spent the money that i had given him on his undying addition to pogs and pog parephenalia.
Well, now im off to find a job in which i can support my ever-increasing habit of eating 10 Wendy's jr. bacon cheeseburgers a day.
If i do not reply again soon, i have been eaten by rats or am at the jenny craig weight-loss centre trying to get rid of all those extra pounds i put on by eating those delicious cheesburgers...