Oh, SHIT!

You bastard!!

My mom is totally freaked out by mimes.

Apparently this one time, when she was in New Orleans (a disastrous trip which contains many good stories) this mime started following her around waving and flailing about...and wouldn't leave her alone...and he was in her face, and kept following her, and flailing, and miming and following...until finally she says:

"WHAT DO YOU WANT???"

and the mime goes

"Do you have a light?"

It could have been a hobo mime. Everytime people on the internet continue a pointless thread, God releases a hobo from life; unless, it's also a mime!

So I"m helping the homeless population?

Not necessarily. Home is where the heart is; so, you'll have to know their hearts before determining that they'll be helped.

This one time.... at hobo camp....

But home is where your hearth is. WOW joke there

Elvis had a nice hearth; but, even he said Home Is Where The Heart Is.

So, you met a campy hobo? Do tell!

Here's a picture. Man, was he campy:

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:notworthy

and another one bites the dust

My God, man, I'm a doctor, not a doc--wait...