my elderly auld father was at his local petrol station this evening and as he busy putting petrol in his car this weirdo came right up to him with a bunch of holy type cards and asked him for a donation for one. my father gave him a euro and told him to fuck off. anyone else come across this jesus creep at any other petrol stations etc etc? he was most probably a fucking pick pocket gypo type but as my tight arsed father had nothing in his pockets I suppose we'll never know!