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After about half an hour standing on his head. Homeless Santa finally gave in. He looks in bits…
I think he’s dead.
Now she’s calling him Thomas. All the while homeless Santa is still standing on his head. This park is fucked up.
Now there’s a woman giving out to her young son “sit down james. This is a picnic!”, the child is about 3. I doubt he’s mastered picnic etiquette…
Homeless Santa is doing yoga now. He’s currently standing on his head. Imagine being able to stand on your head but not walk forward. Get your priorities straight Santa.
Sitting in a park while I wait for shithead’s embassy interview to end.
Two women decide to sit beside me on a bench, despite there being 7 other empty benches in plain sight, and countless others around I’m sure.
A homeless Santa who can only walk backwards is sunbathing in front of me.
And to top it all off, I’ve heard murmurs there is a “wild dog stealing the duck’s bread”. I can only assume the Duck is some kind of kingpin and bread is slang for drugs. I’m guessing the wild dog is homeless santa. Probably explains why he can only walk backwards…
