Interesting enough the neighbors yard apparently seems to have some of those stinky drunken Hobos frolicking about. I’m starting to think that they aren’t really drunken hobbos… but probably a group of hobos that might be helping someone’s contact lenses. If so they might be offered a reward… and if that’s the case I’m going to keep an eye out for that contact lens…
The hobboken, hoboes? Anyways… they are still out there. I must confess at first the moaning was a bit disturbing, but after a while it sounded kind of sexy. I can’t really see what they are doing outside… but I did my part and played some 70’s funk music to just help the mood. I wonder if this has indeed become a hobo breeding ground… if so, I should Youtube it.
Saw the news today, they recommended I stay inside, seems like there is some flu going around. I bet this is some sort of made up scare like “Swine Flu” of “SARS” or “Your ex is outside”. None of those amounted to anything important.
So I skipped the weekend. I tried to get out and do something, but the hobos were all over the place. I almost hit one of them with my car, but missed him. I tried but he was quicker than I expected. Some of the kids across the street were playing chase with a couple of the hobos, and were running away from them screaming and having a great old time. I love the innocence of children, playing with hobos, and not caring that they are really just dirty stinky people.
I wonder where their parents are?
I tried to be nice and take the hobos some food for Thanksgiving, but they seem completly disinterested. All they did was shamble around in their drunken stupor. I remember what it was like to be that drunk, but that was back in college, I think these hobos need to get off my lawn. I know I sound like a crochety old man, but still, they smell like death, or at least a really old person.
My house is literally surrounded with hobos (I have decided on hobos as the correct spelling) Called the cops and the line was busy. I looked outside and there are hobos all over the place. I guess there is some sort of hobo convention, although I am not sure what they would convene about. Perhaps they discuss how to make use of old pants as do-rags? maybe I will watch some TV, I bet the discovery channel has a show on hobo culture
Several more hobos have appeared, or is it hoboes… Either way, they are making a nuissance of themselves, with their banging and their moaning. I am seriously considering calling the police, but then I dont want to have to explain the lack of a tail light in my car. I will just see what happens.