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?
