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breakingnews · 11-11-2003, 01:13 PM

Down in Atlanta two years ago, some friends and I were coming back from a Guster concert stoned off our asses ... of course we stopped in a Krispy Kreme store to get a few donuts.

There was this absolutely disgusting bum sitting in the corner, wearing long spandex pants, a pink t-shirt (I forget what it said, but it was a real sparkly '70s shirt) and a big brown leather jacket. He started by asking us if we went to the Prince (or artist formerly known as) concert and continued by detailing to us the history of each of the Jackson five.

BUt every time someone walked in or out of the door, he would jump up, dance around and yell, "Hah-haaah-haaappy easter! Rabbbiitt! Rabit! Happy Eeestuh!" (THe next day was in fact Easter)

I almost choked on a donut. IN fact, we were laughing so hard that we barely ate and gave the guy a couple donuts.

11-11-2003, 01:13 PM	#15
breakingnews Q_Q Join Date: Oct 2003 Location: somewhere in between Posts: 995	Down in Atlanta two years ago, some friends and I were coming back from a Guster concert stoned off our asses ... of course we stopped in a Krispy Kreme store to get a few donuts. There was this absolutely disgusting bum sitting in the corner, wearing long spandex pants, a pink t-shirt (I forget what it said, but it was a real sparkly '70s shirt) and a big brown leather jacket. He started by asking us if we went to the Prince (or artist formerly known as) concert and continued by detailing to us the history of each of the Jackson five. BUt every time someone walked in or out of the door, he would jump up, dance around and yell, "Hah-haaah-haaappy easter! Rabbbiitt! Rabit! Happy Eeestuh!" (THe next day was in fact Easter) I almost choked on a donut. IN fact, we were laughing so hard that we barely ate and gave the guy a couple donuts.