An old hobo was on the street holding a chihuahua. He looked drunk, nuts, or both. "Come meet Satan!" he yelled, holding up the cute little critter.
"Satan?" I asked.
"Satan." He stated firmly. He held up the dog. It looked at me pleadingly. The poor critter had probably been jostled around by the hobo all day. I reached out to take the dog. It bit my hand off.
"Holy ****!" I decided I'd had enough of hobos for a while.
The end.
1 comment:
Somewhat odd.
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