So 51% are all up for recycling and saving the planet. While the other 49% are sat grooving to The Replacements. I guess that's as positive as it gets. See human beings are not all that bad.
Listening to The Replacements is better than being out on the streets for a living.
And of course the Replacements were not averse to acquiring furniture from the street. Even if they only moved it as far as the nearest railway line
So 51% are all up for recycling and saving the planet. While the other 49% are sat grooving to The Replacements. I guess that's as positive as it gets. See human beings are not all that bad.
Listening to The Replacements is better than being out on the streets for a living.
And of course the Replacements were not averse to acquiring furniture from the street. Even if they only moved it as far as the nearest railway line
So 51% are all up for recycling and saving the planet. While the other 49% are sat grooving to The Replacements. I guess that's as positive as it gets. See human beings are not all that bad.
Listening to The Replacements is better than being out on the streets for a living.
And of course the Replacements were not averse to acquiring furniture from the street. Even if they only moved it as far as the nearest railway line
Medulla was fuming when he found out who took his favourite couch.
If I can’t pick it up and put it in my pocket, I pass it by. I may be cheap, but I’m also lazy.
"I never doubted myself for a minute for I knew that my monkey-strong bowels were girded with strength, like the loins of a dragon ribboned with fat and the opulence of buffalo dung." - Richard Nixon, Checkers Speech, abandoned early draft
So 51% are all up for recycling and saving the planet. While the other 49% are sat grooving to The Replacements. I guess that's as positive as it gets. See human beings are not all that bad.
Listening to The Replacements is better than being out on the streets for a living.
And of course the Replacements were not averse to acquiring furniture from the street. Even if they only moved it as far as the nearest railway line
So 51% are all up for recycling and saving the planet. While the other 49% are sat grooving to The Replacements. I guess that's as positive as it gets. See human beings are not all that bad.
Listening to The Replacements is better than being out on the streets for a living.
And of course the Replacements were not averse to acquiring furniture from the street. Even if they only moved it as far as the nearest railway line
Medulla was fuming when he found out who took his favourite couch.
If I can’t pick it up and put it in my pocket, I pass it by. I may be cheap, but I’m also lazy.
You never fail to disappoint me. Still I can't fault your consistency.
Think of most any stereotype of a 90s slacker. I'm not that far off, apart from regularly getting buzzed.
"I never doubted myself for a minute for I knew that my monkey-strong bowels were girded with strength, like the loins of a dragon ribboned with fat and the opulence of buffalo dung." - Richard Nixon, Checkers Speech, abandoned early draft
Hey everybody! I found my hobo knife!* It was in a box of old junk in the cellar – no idea what it was doing there. Take a gander at this thing and tell me you don’t have the immediate urge to open a can of pork’n’beans, cook ‘em in the can, and warsh it down with a bottle or two of cheap wine. I count at least 11 or 12 apps on this baby. And I‘ve got an active railroad less than 200 feet away from my front door. So…fucking…tempting….
*Full disclosure: I’ve only done a limited amount of recreational hobo-ing and I have no idea how I acquired this thing. Maybe I got it for a buck at a flea market…or maybe I drunkenly choked-out a hobo for his prized hobo knife. I…simply…don’t…know… Cool though, huh?
The chair is against the wall. The chair is against the wall. John has a long mustache. John has a long mustache.
Hey everybody! I found my hobo knife!* It was in a box of old junk in the cellar – no idea what it was doing there. Take a gander at this thing and tell me you don’t have the immediate urge to open a can of pork’n’beans, cook ‘em in the can, and warsh it down with a bottle or two of cheap wine. I count at least 11 or 12 apps on this baby. And I‘ve got an active railroad less than 200 feet away from my front door. So…fucking…tempting….
hoboknife1.jpg
*Full disclosure: I’ve only done a limited amount of recreational hobo-ing and I have no idea how I acquired this thing. Maybe I got it for a buck at a flea market…or maybe I drunkenly choked-out a hobo for his prized hobo knife. I…simply…don’t…know… Cool though, huh?
I think that's a weapon that would best the actual Swiss army.
a lifetime serving one machine
Is ten times worse than prison
"I never doubted myself for a minute for I knew that my monkey-strong bowels were girded with strength, like the loins of a dragon ribboned with fat and the opulence of buffalo dung." - Richard Nixon, Checkers Speech, abandoned early draft
Hey everybody! I found my hobo knife!* It was in a box of old junk in the cellar – no idea what it was doing there. Take a gander at this thing and tell me you don’t have the immediate urge to open a can of pork’n’beans, cook ‘em in the can, and warsh it down with a bottle or two of cheap wine. I count at least 11 or 12 apps on this baby. And I‘ve got an active railroad less than 200 feet away from my front door. So…fucking…tempting….
hoboknife1.jpg
*Full disclosure: I’ve only done a limited amount of recreational hobo-ing and I have no idea how I acquired this thing. Maybe I got it for a buck at a flea market…or maybe I drunkenly choked-out a hobo for his prized hobo knife. I…simply…don’t…know… Cool though, huh?
Damn, that things got just about everything any hobo could long for. On a serious note, looks pretty damn cool, may even be a vintage WWII collectible.
Hey everybody! I found my hobo knife!* It was in a box of old junk in the cellar – no idea what it was doing there. Take a gander at this thing and tell me you don’t have the immediate urge to open a can of pork’n’beans, cook ‘em in the can, and warsh it down with a bottle or two of cheap wine. I count at least 11 or 12 apps on this baby. And I‘ve got an active railroad less than 200 feet away from my front door. So…fucking…tempting….
hoboknife1.jpg
*Full disclosure: I’ve only done a limited amount of recreational hobo-ing and I have no idea how I acquired this thing. Maybe I got it for a buck at a flea market…or maybe I drunkenly choked-out a hobo for his prized hobo knife. I…simply…don’t…know… Cool though, huh?
The perfect device for picking up random USB sticks!
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle like a bowl of soup
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle like a rolling hoop
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle like a ton of lead
Wiggle - you can raise the dead
Hey everybody! I found my hobo knife!* It was in a box of old junk in the cellar – no idea what it was doing there. Take a gander at this thing and tell me you don’t have the immediate urge to open a can of pork’n’beans, cook ‘em in the can, and warsh it down with a bottle or two of cheap wine. I count at least 11 or 12 apps on this baby. And I‘ve got an active railroad less than 200 feet away from my front door. So…fucking…tempting….
hoboknife1.jpg
*Full disclosure: I’ve only done a limited amount of recreational hobo-ing and I have no idea how I acquired this thing. Maybe I got it for a buck at a flea market…or maybe I drunkenly choked-out a hobo for his prized hobo knife. I…simply…don’t…know… Cool though, huh?
The perfect device for picking up random USB sticks!
If nothing else, this thread has persuaded me to stop doing that. I'll be damned, tho, if I stop collecting ear muffs, scarves, and pens (my stash needs to last until September when the hunt can resume).
"I never doubted myself for a minute for I knew that my monkey-strong bowels were girded with strength, like the loins of a dragon ribboned with fat and the opulence of buffalo dung." - Richard Nixon, Checkers Speech, abandoned early draft
Hey everybody! I found my hobo knife!* It was in a box of old junk in the cellar – no idea what it was doing there. Take a gander at this thing and tell me you don’t have the immediate urge to open a can of pork’n’beans, cook ‘em in the can, and warsh it down with a bottle or two of cheap wine. I count at least 11 or 12 apps on this baby. And I‘ve got an active railroad less than 200 feet away from my front door. So…fucking…tempting….
hoboknife1.jpg
*Full disclosure: I’ve only done a limited amount of recreational hobo-ing and I have no idea how I acquired this thing. Maybe I got it for a buck at a flea market…or maybe I drunkenly choked-out a hobo for his prized hobo knife. I…simply…don’t…know… Cool though, huh?
I think that's a weapon that would best the actual Swiss army.
I’ve got one or two decent modern Swiss Army knives, but this “hobo knife” is huge by comparison. It’s a good 12 inches long when fully extended (measured fork to spoon) and probably weighs half a kilo. Must have been pretty state-of-the-art in its day though.
The chair is against the wall. The chair is against the wall. John has a long mustache. John has a long mustache.
Hey everybody! I found my hobo knife!* It was in a box of old junk in the cellar – no idea what it was doing there. Take a gander at this thing and tell me you don’t have the immediate urge to open a can of pork’n’beans, cook ‘em in the can, and warsh it down with a bottle or two of cheap wine. I count at least 11 or 12 apps on this baby. And I‘ve got an active railroad less than 200 feet away from my front door. So…fucking…tempting….
hoboknife1.jpg
*Full disclosure: I’ve only done a limited amount of recreational hobo-ing and I have no idea how I acquired this thing. Maybe I got it for a buck at a flea market…or maybe I drunkenly choked-out a hobo for his prized hobo knife. I…simply…don’t…know… Cool though, huh?
Damn, that things got just about everything any hobo could long for. On a serious note, looks pretty damn cool, may even be a vintage WWII collectible.
Yeah, wow, the knife in the link looks like pretty much the exact same thing as mine. That makes it maybe 80 years old or so? I wonder if mine's seen any action - either hobo or combat.
The chair is against the wall. The chair is against the wall. John has a long mustache. John has a long mustache.
Hey everybody! I found my hobo knife!* It was in a box of old junk in the cellar – no idea what it was doing there. Take a gander at this thing and tell me you don’t have the immediate urge to open a can of pork’n’beans, cook ‘em in the can, and warsh it down with a bottle or two of cheap wine. I count at least 11 or 12 apps on this baby. And I‘ve got an active railroad less than 200 feet away from my front door. So…fucking…tempting….
hoboknife1.jpg
*Full disclosure: I’ve only done a limited amount of recreational hobo-ing and I have no idea how I acquired this thing. Maybe I got it for a buck at a flea market…or maybe I drunkenly choked-out a hobo for his prized hobo knife. I…simply…don’t…know… Cool though, huh?