Theres this old bastard who stands in the corner of my friend Walter's block every afternoon.He looks like a hobo,he sounds like a hobo,he reeks like a hobo.Hell,I bet his fifty cent hookers think he TASTES like a hobo!But HES NOT A HOBO!He has crutches,and a coffee mug.He asks for money day in and day out.Theres this sucker who once gave him $50!He walks around with the crutches like a cripple,looking for sympathy.Bu once his mug is full enough(which it usualy isn't.)He picks up the crutches swings them over his shoulder,and walks to the local bar.He's not crippled.Once he asked me for change.I gave him a nickel.He threw the coin down and spat curse words at me.A real hobo would even appreciate a nickle.I flipped him off,calling him a "Fake-ass cock suckin motherfucker." and walked away.
The funny thing is,he has a house(despite him stating hes homeless),a CAR,a FREAKIN X-BOX360!
AND much more.I hate fake people like this.You ever have experiences like this?