memory
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The Dangers of Tomatoes from mistertramp 517 days old
One fine summer I decided to abandon my restless wanderings around this detritus-ridden metropolis and bum a ride on various modes of transport headed ...
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Ladybirds hunt in packs and bite like Piranhas from mistertramp 582 days old
The Beggar's Opera descended grime-ly on one sandy shore that day, Crook Finger'd Jack at point, Mrs Peachum with the heavy artillery and Mister Tramp ...
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The Kindness of Strangers #2 from mistertramp 642 days old
Having barely escaped alive after my near-mawling by the scrawny old goat, I decided to hotfoot it to the quaintly perilous city of Jerusalem, where ...
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The Kindness of Strangers from mistertramp 642 days old
I was minutely examining the contents of my navel using a large electron microscope one day when a shadow fell across my person as I sat upon a bench ...
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Jewish Princess from mistertramp 693 days old
Every tramp desires at some lonesome equinox to be adopted by a devastatingly beautiful Jewish Princess and taken away to her luxurious abode to be soaped ...
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My Sporting Triumph from mistertramp 701 days old
Sport is for heroes, that's what I'm told, big menmountains with girders for fingers and Golden Gate Bridges for arms, legs like upturned Eiffel Towers ...
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A damn good thrashing from mistertramp 707 days old
[ ... ] only a dim memory of what interrogation followed, but the fact is I was soon ordered to lie face down on my bed with my pajamas around my ankles. At ...
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To die by my side..... well the pleasure, the privilege is yours from mistertramp 709 days old
My wanderings around this fair conurbation are sometimes, but not frequently, accompanied by a female hominid. On the occasion in question I had agreed ...
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Ambitions, ambitions from mistertramp 713 days old
As my age progressed towards seven or eight, my mind turned to my future occupation. Nothing appealed to my idle imagination. Until one day I hit upon ...
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It started with a kiss... from mistertramp 717 days old
A most confusing business, pubescence. Maturity, sexual awakening call it what you will. But when I was a young boy of six or seven I was quite clearly ...
