"...that's right, I said Giraffe balls."
The oranges were dissapointed. Nobody wanted to buy the Hobo in a Wheelbarrow.
After the collapse of civilisation, Professor Barrone maintained his high status in society by building the area's only abacus that was both functional AND delicious.
While Ralph relaxed after a hard day's work, the bag gave the bottle a spanking.
Scurvy is less of a problem among hobos than you'd imagine.
Fuck off they are my oranges!