What, no joke about "hobosexuals?"
Apostropher: Objectively Pro-Hobosexual.
My cheekbones are large, but no, I wouldn't say erroneously so. . . .
I have never misused the bibel to justify my bigtry, I misused the bible to justify my opinion, as I do in my everyday life.
I too misuse the bible, mostly to try to convince girls that a penis was not meant to go into a man's butt, but rather a womens.
Hey, I sent that e-mail privately, or so I thought.
Item #1 on the hobosexual agenda: fortified wine subsidies.
item the second: higher tariffs on foreign box-car manufacturers! let's keep those jobs here at home.
Exploration budget for locating Rock Candy Mountain, cigarette bushes, etc., to be doubled.
Budget for train conductors to be slashed.
A ten foot perimeter to be established around all train tracks mandated to be cleared of rocks and thorny bushes.
Strict laws to be enforced against vicious dogs.
Turk that invented work to be hung.
Turk that invented work to be hung.
A true hobosexual would insist that he be well hung.
Railroad bulls to be eliminated.
Fish, Wildlife, and Marine Resources to investigate plausibility of alcohol-replenishment program in nation's waterways.
Government-supplied harmonicas and condoms in one care package.
Dick Cheney's daughter is a hobo.
The right of hobos to be secure in their persons, boxcars, loosely-fashioned stick-borne blanket-bags, and effects, against unreasonable rummaging and rousting by dudes with dogs, or other hobos, shall not be violated.
Increased funding for the arts (e.g., harmonica, whittling).
"My wife is not a lesbian and neither is my son."
There is a site out there (which I am *not* going to try to find from my work computer) dedicated to hobosexuality. The very frightening front page has pictures of apparantly homeless men being ejaculated on. It was really disturbing. What I couldn't figure out, though, was whether this was someone's actual fetish, or whether they had created the elaborate website simply in pursuit of a bad pun.
There is a site out there (which I am *not* going to try to find from my work computer) dedicated to hobosexuality. The very frightening front page has pictures of apparantly homeless men being ejaculated on. It was really disturbing. What I couldn't figure out, though, was whether this was someone's actual fetish, or whether they had created the elaborate website simply in pursuit of a bad pun.
There is a site out there (which I am *not* going to try to find from my work computer) dedicated to hobosexuality. The very frightening front page has pictures of apparantly homeless men being ejaculated on. It was really disturbing. What I couldn't figure out, though, was whether this was someone's actual fetish, or whether they had created the elaborate website simply in pursuit of a bad pun.
Yeah, there's a whole subgenre of porn dedicated to pretty, young women servicing grizzled old homeless guys as well.
Thanks SO much for that, Apo.
Lesbianism, huh? Might have to give that another thought. Or perhaps, a convent.
Thanks SO much for that, Apo.
You know me and the dark underbelly of the internet. It's a river of depravity, and around every corner is a newer and stranger fish to examine.
Or perhaps, a convent.
Time for confession, Sister Bitch.
After your confession, I shall return to beating my students with rulers.
Just because I had a ruler, this bitch nun professor started wailing on me...
The real deal with the hobos is that, despite what the right would have you believe, they have no pay agenda.
Also, from further down that page, my favorite is easily "orbisexual."
Oh, Roy, I really am walking down the street! Oh yes! Yes!
Funny you should mention Roy Orbison.
If you're trying to say "homosexuals" with a head cold, then it comes out (heh) as "hobosexuals."
Awesome:
It always starts the same way. I am in the garden airing my terrapin Jetta when he walks past my gate, that mysterious man in black.
'Hello Roy,' I say. 'What are you doing in Dusseldorf?'
'Attending to certain matters,' he replies.
This is moderately off-"topic" but -- reading this thread reminded me of a marvelous book I read in my first year of college, which was a memoir and photo essay about a year of riding the rails. Could not remember the title or author but: I looked at the English department's web page from the college I went to that year, scanned the professors' names, recognized the name of the teacher who had assigned me that book, sent him an enquiring email, and heard back this very evening -- the book was "Good Company" by Douglas Harper -- the professor had not assigned it but had invited Dr. Harper into class to talk, I guess I bough the book and read it on my own -- and the professor remembers me and wishes me well, which I find kind of gratifying.
Anyway, if your interested in hobos you ought to take a look at "Good Company". A lovely book. It is not in print but there are a couple of used copies on Amazon for under $5.
Also excellent is Jack London's The Road (a memoir of his hobo days. Which would be after his oyster pirate days, contemporaneous with his sailor days, and I believe before his Yukon days. Which are all before his alcoholic writer days. If it weren't for the drinking problem and the dying young thing, I would totally want to be Jack London. (well, and the hideously racist thing. I'd skip that bit too.)) But it's a fun, fun book.
I thought this documentary was pretty well done.
If anyone is orbisexual, it is this man. (Warning: Link is extremely not safe for work.)
Hey a comment Tia left on the books-for-Becks thread reminds me I wanted to crow about this: I got a copy of Harper's Good Company on Amazon for $4! Hard cover, very good condition! I am reading it now and digging it greatly -- I am definitely meaning to try and locate a copy of his Working Knowledge: Skill and Community in a Small Shop next.