I was on the train the other day here in Melbourne, Australia listening to a 'awesome mix Boogie Nights CD' I had just made when a bum with plastic bags came on and sat opposite me. He stared at me for like a minute and then said 'What are you listening to?' I replied 'The soundtrack to the movie Boogie Nights' and he yelled 'DIRK DIGGLER!! HE ROCKS!!'
I thought that it was pretty cool that a bum living off 2 plastic bags with clothes knew Dirk Diggler!
From PTA thinking of the name and writing it on a card when he was a teenager to a bum with no home on the other side of the world knowing the same name 25 years later is pretty cool!
You misunderstood. He actually said "Dirk Diggler on the rocks."
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haha!
Is that real?
sphinx's finely tuned eyes can detect even the slightest photoshop. better luck next time, xixax
On closer inspection I can notice a artificial white square where Dirk Diggler is printed...
You can do a lot of damage in 60 seconds with a copy of Photoshop.
Guess it's not 100 proof. :yabbse-cheesy:
i think just about anybody who even remotely watches movies on a regular basis knows who dirk diggler is. boogie nights is one of those movies almost everyone has seen, but only a small handful actually know it's greatness or who paul anderson is.
now, if that bum mentioned anderson or his other films, that would have been surprising.
does anyone know if the bum knows barry egan?
maybe the bum was PTA undercover
hehehe
It's threads like this one right here that made me join Xixax in the first place!!
A true story:
Not long ago, I was out and about running some errands. I parked my car and started to get out when I noticed a man walking towards me. He didn't look like a bum, but I could tell he was down and out. He was a bit disheveled and there was a worrisome expression hanging from his face. I thought he was a stranded motorist who might need a jump, so I let him approach me.
He started talking without saying much, just talking, but I knew something was up. I let him ramble on for about a minute before I very consciously glanced down at my wrist (where there was no watch) just to let him know I didn't have all day. I thought he was going to hit me up for some change.
"My rectum is bleeding."
He turns around and hunches over, just to erase any doubt I may have had. But I didn't see any blood.
"I need forty dollars to get this prescription filled."
He whips out a piece of paper. It was not in good condition. Crinkled and dirty, it could have been a receipt for all I know.
"We can just go over to this ATM."
He motions towards a money machine which is conveniently close by.
That's when I notice all the little puncture marks on his arm.
I probably should never have let him approach me in the first place. I was raised in a small town, though, where people are more trusting of one another. Perhaps in a couple of years I will have become a jaded city prick.
(Sorry, I know this rant was more idle-chatter-ish, but all this talk about bums made me remember it.)
hehehe
with all my hobo experiences in Vancouver I adopted this technique:
just put your head down and pretend they don't exist, and keep walking. It especially helps if you have headphones on, so you can make like you don't hear them.
Quote from: Slick ShoesI probably should never have let him approach me in the first place. I was raised in a small town, though, where people are more trusting of one another. Perhaps in a couple of years I will have become a jaded city prick.
yep, just like me. 8)
I gotsa bum story:
My wife and I were with my mother-in-law and this guy approached us in a parking lot. He told us that he needed $20 to fill his tank up so he can go see his sister in the hospital. She was apparently in a car accident and was a couple of hours away.
My mother-in-law said, "Well, I won't give you money, but if you meet me around the corner at the gas station, I can pay to fill up your car."
He agreed, so we met him at the gas station and I filled up his tank. He thanked and blessed us and the both of us were on our way.
Two weeks later, we were at a restaurant parking lot about 20 minutes away from where the above incident took place.
The exact same guy approached us and asked if he could have $20 to fill up his tank so he can go see his sister in the hospital. Same guy, same story.
Obviously, my mother-in-law was furious. She got on her cell phone and called the cops. The bum said something about he was friends with the police chief and so on, and then he ran away.
Cops couldn't do anything, of course. So that's the end. True story.
yeah thats their 'thing'. inventive bums always have a story about how they just need this much money to get back to wherever the hell they're going and there is this many excuses why none of the 'well why dont you just do this?' will work cause they've thought of all the angles and have perfected their pitch to win as many suckers as possible.
one night here at like midnite or somethign some dude came knocking at my door and said he needed 30 bucks or something to pay AAA cause he locked his keys in his car and his wallet was in there and they wouldnt open up the car until they had the money, and he just moved in down the hall and he didnt know anyone in the city, etc... remind me why i hate people again?
Which is why they should be fair game for us to hit with our cars...
Quote from: themodernage02
one night here at like midnite or somethign some dude came knocking at my door and said he needed 30 bucks or something to pay AAA cause he locked his keys in his car and his wallet was in there and they wouldnt open up the car until they had the money, and he just moved in down the hall and he didnt know anyone in the city, etc... remind me why i hate people again?
I got almost the exact same thing when I was living in Florida. Dude knocked on my fucking door, said that he had to pay for a tow-truck and his wife and kids were stranded... "I live next door, if you can lend me something, I can wheel my vcr over until I get the money back to ya"... of course I never saw the five bucks I gave him (just because I was in awe and a little scared that he might do something to me) or any vcr.
They come to your door now, like it's Halloween or something.
some of those bum stories need work on their endings..
like slick shoes, did u run away or what?
When I lived in a basement suite in Burnaby, I had the door open one pleasant summer day, and was playing guitar. Suddenly this man comes to the screen and wants to talk to me. Little paranoid fucker that I am, I let him talk through the screen. He gives the same old song and dance ('cept in BC it's always "I've gotta get back to Surrey or Richmond"). I'm flabbergasted at the balls on this guy to, like RK said, come to my door to panhandle. So I tell him I'm a student, and I'm pinching pennies, but, uh, he could try asking my landlady. Which is funny because you'd think it was real weak of me to send him up to a poor old defenceless lady, but she was anything but that. Coolest landlady ever, and it's a shame she wasn't home, cos she would've tore him a new one. Anyway, he just split... probably one house over.
Wanna hear some fucked up shit?
A guy I went to high school with urinated on a bum he found asleep in an alley, then beat him to death. He's in jail now: 25 to life. The end.
Quote from: Slick ShoesWanna hear some fucked up shit?
A guy I went to high school with urinated on a bum he found asleep in an alley, then beat him to death. He's in jail now: 25 to life. The end.
well i know sometimes i just want to 'kill a bum' but that guy actually lived the dream. for that, i salute him. 25 to life is pretty harsh for just doing his part to clean up the streets.
Quote from: themodernage02Quote from: Slick ShoesWanna hear some fucked up shit?
A guy I went to high school with urinated on a bum he found asleep in an alley, then beat him to death. He's in jail now: 25 to life. The end.
well i know sometimes i just want to 'kill a bum' but that guy actually lived the dream. for that, i salute him. 25 to life is pretty harsh for just doing his part to clean up the streets.
I really hope you're kidding. If not, that pretty much kills any respect I had for you. Reminds me of American Psycho. It's one thing to feel that way, but to act on it pretty much removes you from the human race.
I live in a town where there is a questionable amount of homeless people. Bums, panhandlers, what have you. Yeah, they're really annoying, especially the clean-cut ones who are just pretty fucking lazy, out for a handout, or trying to take advantage of people's kindness. But there are some you can tell who have fallen on hard times and are legitimately in need of help because of things they can't help. One thing I saw a couple weeks ago was a guy probably in his mid thirties out near a highway onramp with his daughter, who was probably nine or ten. It sucks, especially in situations like that. It's one of the great social problems of our society, one that's ignored by government, and whoever is able to help, but just won't. I have no sympathy for those who won't get a job and work, but every human being who will deserves at least a roof over their head, and better treatment than you describe.
yes i was kidding, *(sigh) :?
Fair enough. These days, you never know, as I do know people who are kind of serious about that sort of thing. They call themselves "conservatives." A curious people at that.
Quote from: Slick ShoesWanna hear some fucked up shit?
A guy I went to high school with urinated on a bum he found asleep in an alley, then beat him to death. He's in jail now: 25 to life. The end.
my initial reaction to that is :lol: i shouldnt laugh, its not funny. :oops: