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Upon reaching his usual begging position and threatening the odd few charity collectors the Hartlepool begger suddenly realises something...
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| Ohh crap I've got my 1 billion pound gold trainers on! | |
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He quickly gets into his private jet and changes into scruffy trainers...
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| Haha, now he's leaving I can use my AI to take over the world!!! Damn, if only I could move :-( | |
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| Few, good job I noticed them... now off to my usual begging position... | |
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Ok so I ran out of inspiration...
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| 'ere you! ten pence? giz ten pence or i'll fukin kill ye! | |
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| It seems this comic has just gone from crap to strange o_O | |
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