I live with a hobo, his name
is Pete. You would not believe the smell of his feet. When I first met him he
was quite cool but now I cannot believe the smell of his room and he is quite a
baboon. Before I met him he was a poor man begging for change, I really want to
kick him out because he is a slob! Ever day I catch myself cleaning up his
mess. I can’t imagine a day when I am gone because then my house would look
like a dog bomb. So now you know who I live with so next time you say I don’t
wont to live with you consider my life with my hobo homey!
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