I stole mine from a dead Hobo. Really.

Better not have been one of the hobos I killed. I retain all rights to my dead hobos.

Mine is easy: I am an obnoxiously conceited and self-assertive person with pretensions to smartness or cleverness...okay, maybe not so smart of clever, except in my own consciousness...but my delusions often break free and find their way into a blog/post somewhere before being ignored or scoffed at (also by me).

Speaking of dead hobos, there's one over at a shut down Wendy's over near my house. Know anything about that one Shawnee-girlie?

Uh, no, er...eh...

Not fileting and cooking one's dead hobo is abuse of a corpse, and frankly, not very environmentally friendly.

Not to mention a waste of good meat. I mean really, there are starving people all over the world. At least donate some to the local food bank.

I have two handles. I got them from beer.

I used to dig graves. The old part of a local cemetary was so cluttered w/graves & giant headstones & crypts that the machinery couldn't get everywhere it needed to. So...We were the crew that hand dug the graves in the older sections. Anybody need a hole?:yelsick:

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