BUMWORM
Selfish, sluggish and uninvited, the bumworms natural habitat is a your couch, half asleep and stoned off your
weed.
With 25 cence to his name, and the “guarantee” of his centrelink, coming “the next day” the bumworm
will find any excuse to take whatever dregs they can get there sticky wormy fingers on.
Traits of the bumworm include;
Shamelessly asking every woman man dog and child, (especially the
pretty ladies) for a durry (see durry definition).
Travelling from group to group to scab (the bum worm can handle the rejection no matter how close the proximity of his next victim)
Whingy and
annoying voice, snaggling their classic catch phrase of “can i have a cone”
And of course, a sickly smell.
In the fantasy of the bumworm, eggplant roasts are abundant, but who
will pay for such a dinner? I certainly
don’t want bum worm fingers in my
food.
In conclusion, as pathetic as it is, the bum worms central purpose is to leech and scab no matter how sly they look.
How the fuck did that bum worm get in here
Did that bum worm just
clean out our ashtray
Im about to put wasabi up that passed out bum worms nose
Fuck this, were putting a
bag over the bum worms head
This couch stinks! was the bum worms sleeping here last
night?
Bum worm took my last cone
Fuck its the bum worms! dont let them see you lets cross the road!
when did this place become a bum worm farm?
