My rambling days are over, but the hobos around here are driving me WONKERS! You probably know the type - they look just like your average everyday kind of bum - with they're knapsacks slung over their shoulders and them hopping trains in and out of town. Well, my shack is located right beside the main train line into town right before the station, and those freaking hobos have been train jumping right into my back-yard ever since my pit bull Wanda passed on! Grrrr! And, they love to set up their little hobo shelters here without a word of permission from yours truly! They won't even share there pork and beans with me or invite me to their marshmallow roasts! Darn hobos have NO CONSIDERATION! (No offense to hobos). Also, they eat my carrots.
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Fatten the Thanksgiving turkeys by feeding them hobo meat.

Just give me a twenty and I will leave!!!! That's for the use of your computer!!!!!

You should buy one of those motion detectors that sounds like dogs barking and stick it on the back of your house...then you can watch out the window as they all run for their lives

Hmm... a motion detector, eh!? I don't think that would work, since I have groundhogs in my backyard, too! Actually, the groundhog population has been dying down a bit ever since the hobos started coming around. Yah, groundhog roasts are becoming the norm in my backyard! (and I'm never invited!). Frankly, I'd rather have a groundhog infestation than hobos any day! I wish Wanda was still around! Oh... Misty water colored memories...