I remember when you could accidentally run over a hobo with your car and the hobo had to become your butler to pay for the repair costs. What happened to this country?
Carnies are mostly like hobos — only a lot more rapey.
Dead rats are the dollar bills of the hobo world.
Knapsack hobos are the only true hobos. Shopping cart hobos are just lazy normal people.
Bathroom stalls in highway rest stops are the Facebook of the hobo world.
A hobo with a shopping cart who asks for money is a bit too greedy for me. I only give my money to knapsack hobos.
If department stores used hobos for mannequins, the hobos could get free clothes and the stores could save money on mannequin maintenance.
When buying hobo poetry, I ignore spelling and focus on the deeper meaning and symbolism. If hobo poets could spell, they wouldn’t be hobos.
Wealth is relative. If you want to feel rich, make friends with more hobos.