you lot are fuckin stupid. playin a fiddle,owning dogs?none of this makes you a gypsy,if you dont have gypsy blood then all you’ll be is a scummy fuckin traveler who’s fault it is real gypsys roaming rights are deminished today and why we’re all frowned upon,coz you travelers thief things,raid bins,take drugs,beleive in hippy gods and idols,shit on site,the list goes on.this thread is just racist and ignorant.why would you want to be a gypsy,we get treated like shit,plus you’ll never understand the true hardship my ancestors went through daily,bunch of posh lily white yuppies,go and fuck off in youre VW camper and find a cliff,you’ll never be a gypsy if you arent born one, understand?same way as a wagon with square wheels never moves,you cant change youre DNA to become someone you’re not
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How I did it: when i was young my parents were really rich. they never let me do anything. dad was always at work and mum stayed at home, having all her men come round. she said it earned us money but she never told me what she did for them. i never went to school because my parents just bought teachers for me so i never had any friends. when i turned 15 i stole my dads credit card. i bought a truck and a caravan and ran off to join the gypsies. … Read how I did it…
Boswell Grey is learning the fiddle and selling stamps.
How I did it: I simply collected stamps for 20 years then i started selling them for twice the price. When someone would not buy one i would curse them. So off i went around America selling stamps, when i met this lady gypsy, i fell in love straight away, 5 years later we are married with 2 children who one day wish to be gypsies as well.Ever since i decided to become a gypsy people have been asking me, why? The reason is becuase i thought that the env… Read how I did it…
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my long lost father has run away again if you guys can find him in your area then that would be great he usually hangs around post offices
It all started when i was a boy, my dad wouldn’t buy me a pony. I started up with a phobia of ponies, but soon moved on to paperweights. I wanted to be free, i wanted… A PONY!!!!!! So i killed my dad, cursed a frog, bought a pony and was free – or so i thought. The next step inh my enlightening journy was to become a gypsy. How was i going to do this? With a lot of respect and admiration from from you ‘Windrunner Spiritdragon’ and you ‘Boswell the Gypsy’. I admire your skills of stamps, and respect your gypsy ways. Thankyou so much, can i haves some moneh??... BRUU
Windrunner Spiritdragon I got sewed for sexual harrasment? i only slaped her ass
hi all ever since i was young my parents travledd the country side selling stamps much like boswell anyway i never felt that they were true gypsies so when i was ten i ran away from the coven and set out on my own they soon cort me and i was whiped as punishment. i am now 24 and i am looking for a group of traveling gypsys if you guys could hook me up with some that would be grate i do own a carravan and have successfuly been able to shrink the head of a small dog however i do not know how to sell stamps but i learn fast thanx guys
Boswell Grey is learning the fiddle and selling stamps.
ever since i was a liitle boy i have always wanted to be one with the trees, so over the years i tryed tree hugging, but that wasnt for me. So i decided to become a gypsy, so that i may travel the world in my caravan being one with the trees, without having to hug them.
Boswell Grey is learning the fiddle and selling stamps.
ever since i was a young boy my parents have collected and sold stamps, they also cursed people but was never allowed to join in. They said i wasnt ‘gypsy’ enough for them and therefore never became a gypsy. It has been my dream to become a gypsy, and therefore i have bought a caravan and i am learning the fiddle, in my caravan i will tour australia in search of other gypsies, but until then i shall live alone in a caravan.
midcat is trying to muster the courage to overcome...
It has been a dream of mine to take my car, and drive! Drive away and stop in the small towns in America, work for a day in exchange for a place to stay, or for a meal!, get to know the people who I know are still out there, who are kind and caring, to get to know America! Not only the land, but it’s people!!
I would bring my laptop and post updates on my website, my camera would help me capture the faces and moments that were special. I would live on minimal, basic stuff. If I couldn’t find a place to sleep, the back seat would be my bed, and the next day would bring a new view to enjoy, a new adventure to explore! I would get to know so many people with different views, upbringings, and ideas! I would listen to their stories and learn from them, and I would leave a little part of me in every little place I visit, my heart would always stay behind to remember those special moments, when there was no need of a travel agency, schedules, airplane tickets, or expensive hotels to enjoy where I was, all that was needed was the desire to be there! To know the people, and to enjoy living differently!
I wanted to be a gypsy since I was a little girl… I wanted to experience life beyond the “social order”, To be free.
I’m researching the possibility of selling the house, buying a fifth wheel trailer and a truck, and hitting the road.
I have been interested in gypsies since i was a little gilr so ow i pray that i may become a gypsy.








