I bet the little back lanes are treacherous to walk upon
before one goes Arse over. Yyyyyyuuuukkkkkkk!
We had a bloke here that did that all day. We kids called him "Bummer Joe" & he frequented the Brickworks Pug Holes around the suburbs back then. One never knew when he would appear & jack off just about on command. One lad thought he'd better have a good shufti of what BJ was exuding so scooped it up with a stick. Yeah I know.He certainly never bummed anybody that we knew of (?) but when going for a swim in the River Torrens we were always mindful & posted a look out.
But still a good name for him when you are a kid.
The coppers used part of the Pug hole System for Pistol Practice but oddly enough he wasn't seen around at those times, usually a Sunday Morning. Dunno why, slept in perchance?



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He certainly never bummed anybody that we knew of (?) but when going for a swim in the River Torrens we were always mindful & posted a look out.

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