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Hobo was walking around Wal-Mart, looking for some food that had been dropped by someone. Hobo was not to bright, (but he didn't know that) that wore a ragged shirt and pant (which he thought were the most luxurious clothes, and when people offered to buy him expensive and wonderful clothes, he refused saying that he had the most luxurious clothes in the world), had buckteeth (big ones, and I mean BIG), and an odor of cardboard (Whoo, does it stink!). After hours of searching, Hobo had only found one Apple that had been nibbled by a hungry rabbit, a slice of bread which had mostly been eaten by a crow, and someone's McDonald drink left on the curb of the road, which was only 1/4 full. Hobo smiled. "WOOHOO! I got some good food!!" He exclaimed.Then, a snail that was passing by said, "Good? Why, I am a house pest and every year (it's the fastest he can get there), I sneak into a house, slither on to a table, and eat some luxurious food! You on the other hand, think...." The snail never finished it's sentence. Hobo walked over him, never noticing him, and the poor snail was squished. Though Hobo didn't get much, he was still grateful and he headed home. After 10 minutes, Hobo arrived in a dark alley filled with cardboard boxes. He entered the Dark Alley and said a greeting in each box, and every time, the box answered. How? Hobo's friends lived in cardboard boxes. Hobo walked to the end of the Alley where he arrived at his Cardboard box, A.K.A., his house. He pulled of the piece of chewed gum (which he thought was a great lock) and entered with his food. Hobo gave his pet Roly-Poly Billybobjoebob a pat, and then he sat down in the corner of his 'home' and pulled his 'luxurious' food out of his pocket. "Mmmmmm!!!!!" He said aloud. Then, taking of a crumb of bread, he gave it to Billybobjoebob, and then he had his own dinner. After Hobo finished his 'luxorious' dinner, he cuddled up in another corner of his 'home' with his ragged 'luxurious' blanket, and his old 'luxurious' pillow. TO BE CONTINUEDBy: planopetsitter & Longhorn-maniacHeres a comic posted a while ago if you missed it then here you go!:
Hobo
Hobo:volume:2
Hobo & Friends
by : Planopetsitter & Longhorn-Maniac
Hobo had had enough! He was tired of doing the same thing every single day for as long as he could remember(which wasn't very long) So he tried making some new friends. As he was rooting through an old rusty dumpster behind an old convenient store, Hobo spotted a man at the car wash across the street. As Hobo reached the newly built car wash he noticed that the man was very young, about 20 years old. Hobo who didn't know how old he was(or when his birthday was) Didn't seem to care very much that the man looked way to young to be one of Hobo's friends'. "Hi!", exclaimed Hobo as he approached the man. "Ummm......hi", replied the man uneasily. "How are you?", asked Hobo. "OK... I guess.", said the man starting to look around suspiciously. " I'm Hobo!", said Hobo jauntily. "Huh?!", said the man thoroughly confused, but a new emotion started to erupt in his chest: worry. " I'm Hobo." said Hobo slowly this time, his grin faded a little. "Your a hobo?", asked the man timidly. " Not 'a' hobo, just Hobo! Whats 'a' hobo?" asked Hobo confused(because he didn't know that he was a hobo and didn't know what a hobo was) "Ummm..........nothing" said the man awkwardly, now starting to scratch his head. "Wanna be friends?", asked Hobo sticking out his hand so the man could shake it. The man stared at his hand then yelled, "AAHHHHHHH!!!!!" and then he ran inside the convenient store and locked the door. Hobo stood awkwardly his hand still stuck out in front of him. "What did I do?" said Hobo sadly his hand sinking back to his side. Hobo walked home dragging his feet. As Hobo reached his dark alley a man came out, the man looked at hobo and stuck a 20$ bill in his hand. "You poor, poor man." he said sadly then jogged off. Hobo stood, stunned, staring at the 20$ bill. He stuck it in his pocket and slouched off to his cardboard box. " I'm not poor!" he yellled and punched the brick wall. "Ouch!" he yelped as he held his now bruised hand. He quietly entered his box, felling sadder than he ever had.
by : Planopetsitter & Longhorn-Maniac
Hobo had had enough! He was tired of doing the same thing every single day for as long as he could remember(which wasn't very long) So he tried making some new friends. As he was rooting through an old rusty dumpster behind an old convenient store, Hobo spotted a man at the car wash across the street. As Hobo reached the newly built car wash he noticed that the man was very young, about 20 years old. Hobo who didn't know how old he was(or when his birthday was) Didn't seem to care very much that the man looked way to young to be one of Hobo's friends'. "Hi!", exclaimed Hobo as he approached the man. "Ummm......hi", replied the man uneasily. "How are you?", asked Hobo. "OK... I guess.", said the man starting to look around suspiciously. " I'm Hobo!", said Hobo jauntily. "Huh?!", said the man thoroughly confused, but a new emotion started to erupt in his chest: worry. " I'm Hobo." said Hobo slowly this time, his grin faded a little. "Your a hobo?", asked the man timidly. " Not 'a' hobo, just Hobo! Whats 'a' hobo?" asked Hobo confused(because he didn't know that he was a hobo and didn't know what a hobo was) "Ummm..........nothing" said the man awkwardly, now starting to scratch his head. "Wanna be friends?", asked Hobo sticking out his hand so the man could shake it. The man stared at his hand then yelled, "AAHHHHHHH!!!!!" and then he ran inside the convenient store and locked the door. Hobo stood awkwardly his hand still stuck out in front of him. "What did I do?" said Hobo sadly his hand sinking back to his side. Hobo walked home dragging his feet. As Hobo reached his dark alley a man came out, the man looked at hobo and stuck a 20$ bill in his hand. "You poor, poor man." he said sadly then jogged off. Hobo stood, stunned, staring at the 20$ bill. He stuck it in his pocket and slouched off to his cardboard box. " I'm not poor!" he yellled and punched the brick wall. "Ouch!" he yelped as he held his now bruised hand. He quietly entered his box, felling sadder than he ever had.
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