Businesspig
He sighed, tucking a few dollar bills into the expansive cleavage of his moobs as payment, and headed down the street, leaving the drunken hobo to snooze.
Going Home: Harland Part 2 of 5 (Excerpt)
Even the hobo begging for coins looked to be wearing more expensive clothing than he was. she pulled him along. "ignore them. they're all fake." she received glares and returned beaming smiles.
Service Dogs - Lucy
The way she was squirming and grinding back against him, with how her inner muscles were almost chewing at his cock like a toothless hobo enjoying chewing gum, it was just too much.
NEW WORLD ORDER
On the way home, they saw a dirty looking street person, so pulling over sergeant stingo got out of the car and headed over to where the hobo had fallen down, no doubt from lack of water.
Life is cold.
Parents, and lock myself in my room to watch fim or listen to music, the combined effect drowning my worries, and i ran away from my home multiple times, taking my beloved applejack with me, going to a place long forgotten by time, now a haven of drunkards,hobos
Winding down
"i'm sure there are hobos out there that would sing to a cardboard box for free." "yeah, i know that guy outside the 7/11 would..." after conversing for a few minutes, rita shooed runt off of her and went take a shower.
The New Recruit
He looked down at his beat-up and scruffy apparel and thought, 'but first, you need some cloths that don't look like ya stole 'em from a hobo." \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*
Luna Angels Chapter one: July 1 1969
Tell ya what: ya take this beer out to them hobos at the pump, ya get yer jerky free,” he said. “deal,” big mac plainly said, as he exchanged his money for gas, and collected the six pack and jerky.
College Nightmares
You look like a fucking hobo; i think you came to the wrong place. this is a college, not a back alley." the bunny's entourage of friends nodded and whispered to one another shooting him glances all the while.
The City of San Yesenya (intro)
Always a sign to read, a colorful billboard, an entertaining hobo mumbling something to himself or a couple of fags flamboyantly dressed and holding hands as they tiptoed their fairy asses down the street.
In His Place
"oh great, filthy animal in the drinking fountain, and it belongs to a hobo! well i guess i can never use that fountain ever again. that is fucking repulsive. get the fuck out of here you worthless mutt."
Little Bear: The Dissimination Of Despair
“damn hobos” said little bear bitterly. “no stupi, there’s murder going on!” said emily sadly, she did not like dead corpses because the blank eyes reflected her ugly soul. so they went inside, and gasped.