I was twitterizing,  as I do every day, when the man holding down Madison drops this steamer:

And I’m thinking (lights are blinding my eyes) “I’m Funny-ish, funny-eque. I should be on this #NoHobo mess.” I considered a bunch of snappy one liners. Some 160 minus hastaggery equals proper quipping.  But in the end, I couldn’t do it My shit wasn’t funny-ish-est.

But I guess that’s why there are blogs. So I can give you my list of rejected  #nohobo tweets

• This chili could use more ketchup flavor. #nohobo
• Sometimes a man’s beard on your back is just the warmth you need to get through a winter night. #nohobo
• I can tell we’re in Cleveland by the way the air tastes. #nohobo
• It’s like god is speaking to me through John Popper. #nohobo
• Double Sixes! Boxcars! #nohobo
• I like that Nick Visconti’s style #nohobo
• The fuck is a Red Lobster? #nohobo
• Ahhhh…tis the life of port town whore. #nohobo
• Imma turn this shoelace into a few “magic bracelets” which I will give to kids at the park. OOOO look at that magic—I’m not wearing my pants #nohobo
• Don’t drink out of that bottle. That one’s piss. #nohobo

Tags: #nohobo, hobos, nick visconti, twitter trough

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