"...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!