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Put Bernie Slaven out of his Misery....


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Like other people, using public transport/his own car/walking/cycling.

 

Or it could mean get to work as in how does he work, in which case he removes snow from the road.

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The man who drives the snow plough never goes home anyway. He lives on the roads, 24/7.

 

I've heard that at night, you can hear his whispers down by the old barn, but you'll never ever see him.

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Like other people, using public transport/his own car/walking/cycling.

 

Or it could mean get to work as in how does he work, in which case he removes snow from the road.

 

 

think steven could be onto something there like.

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The man who drives the snow plough never goes home anyway. He lives on the roads, 24/7.

 

 

In the summer?

 

It is never summer to the snowplough man, only warmer variations of winter.

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The man who drives the snow plough never goes home anyway. He lives on the roads, 24/7.

 

 

In the summer?

 

It is never summer to the snowplough man, only warmer variations of winter.

 

 

do you think he sits by his phone for months on end waiting for work to ring him with a job.

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Guest Stephen927

He has the snow plough at his home?

 

Like the episode of the Simpsons when Homer has Mr Plough.

 

EDIT: That's already been suggested, oops.

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The man who drives the snow plough never goes home anyway. He lives on the roads, 24/7.

 

 

In the summer?

 

It is never summer to the snowplough man, only warmer variations of winter.

 

 

do you think he sits by his phone for months on end waiting for work to ring him with a job.

 

You have it all wrong.

 

When it isn't snowing, he meditates in his plough like a zen master. And he stays there through thick and thin until the air changes, and that's when it begins. That's when he has work to do. There are no phone calls -- just tinglings. A sixth sense. A knowing -- a knowing that snow is coming, and a knowing that when it does, he will be ready to plough like no ploughman has ever ploughed before. He has no need for technology, it would only hinder him; slow down his work. Apart from the plough itself like, he'd be pretty fucked without that.

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