They're just bloody beggars.
Except they're worse than beggars because they take up half the pavement. Come festival time, Edinburgh's streets clog like a fat man's arteries because of all those bloody batton-throwing parasites. And that sod outside Camden Stables is just a public hazard.
So, after umpteen unemployed years of practice, you can throw however many balls in the air? Whoop. You could've learned to play the violin, or written a novel, or advanced the sum knowledge of humanity in some tiny but significant way. But instead, you chose to throw balls in the air. Here, have a pound.
Bastards.
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So, after umpteen unemployed years of practice, you can throw however many balls in the air? Whoop. You could've learned to play the violin, or written a novel, or advanced the sum knowledge of humanity in some tiny but significant way. But instead, you chose to throw balls in the air. Here, have a pound.
Bastards.
That is very true
people who juggling for money are shit. On the other hand, I do play the violin and am writing a novel. And I'm not unemployed.
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Second par references to "you" were not specific, chum.
Just a general rant.
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