But they got much smaller. :(

I don't actually kill hobos myself. I just collect the dead hobos others have killed, have them stuffed by a taxidermist, and send them to the National Hobo Museum in Britt, Iowa. ;)

I know, I know, you thought the hobo museum was in Hoboken, Georgia and run by TheMercenary. That one is unofficial and only for hobos with bounties on them. :cool:

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I don't kill hobos.
I sit down and talk to them about how hard my life is, not living on the street, having loving parents and a freezer full of food, and they kill themselves out of pity.

Mine died of boredom while I was practicing my stand-up routine. :(

Holy Road Trip Batman!!!! That's only a few hours from me by car.

Oh, you are just brutal! Even I wouldn't do that!

You're on report!

I kill them one joke at a time.

oh dear, I just assumed it was me getting bigger.....

I never kill them intentionally, :( ...but these are some of the ways .....

> I leave them in my pockets when I put my jeans in the wash
> I put them in the oven to defrost overnight and then forget about them until I next turn it on to preheat....
> They fall into the recycling bin when I rearrange my desk
> They fall in the toilet when I lean over to flush
> I put them on the roof of the car while i unlock it and then forget about them
> I plug them into the circit that already has the microwave, kettle and festive lights on it
> I take them where there is no signal and forget to put them in hibernate mode
> I put them too close to magnets
> I don't screw their caps on tight enough and they go flat

When Miss Dallas was in first grade, I brought her home from after-school care one lovely late spring day. She immediately went for her bike, and unscrewed the top of the water bottle that had come with it attached to the frame. She pulled out a couple deceased fireflies. When I asked her what was going on, she said, "These are my fireflies. I'm going to be a famous firefly collector when I grow up."
"Ummm... hon... those are dead."
"No they're not. They're sleeping. See, I put some grass in with them so they'd have something to eat."

So, monster, your post reminded me of that, and I wondered if there are any clues here for possible hobo treatments.

stick 'em in rice for a week.

I'm not much of a do-it-yourselfer when it comes to this.

Today I asked a chickcop to taser a particular one the next time she was teetering on the edge of the bridge and just let her drop into the Schulykill.

I try to be inventive with the ways in which I ask the cops to dispose of my problems.

I just heard about Hobo Stew over the weekend. Suddenly this thread made scary sense. :reaper:

Creme egg ads are getting seriously weird.

ur rite. goo.