Sunday, October 02, 2005

Kristens' story

A hobo love story

Once a upon a time there were two hobos. One of the hobos lived in an old moldy fridge box on West Street. The other one lived in the homeless shelter on 97th Ave. The one in the box was Liz. And the other one was Ted. The hobos did not know each
other at all. Until one day, they were at the soup kitchen and Ted tripped on a cockroach, and spilt his rat soup on Liz. Liz ate it off her shirt, cuz' she hadn't eaten in three days. Rat soup was her favorite. Ted apologized like a gentleman, even if he wasn't one. Then they started to make out. All the other hobos cheered them on. Once they were done, they decided to get married. But this posed a problem. They have no money. So they eloped, and walked to Vegas, where love don't cost a thing. They got married by Elvis and pickpocketed enough to buy a big Mac to split(they're bad pickpocketers). Then they walked back to Liz's box, where they had their honeymoon. They had twelve hobo children and lived the rest of their days on the earth together. Until Ted got run over by a horse.

The End

Kris says: Isn't this is a lovely story? Kisses to all of you people.

EJB says: This is KRISTENS story, NOT mine!!!! But it's funny.

Comments:
Wow. I'm not sure how to take that.qn
 
I think I'm dumber having now read this.
 
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