I went to summer camp and once I arrived at said camp I have now finished 2/3rds of my dreams. I met a water hobo. He was in the ocean pushing a surf board along with all of his little trinkets along on it. It was so cool. Now all I need to do is meet an air hobo and I will have accomplished all of my dreams.
Friday, June 12
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An air hobo... Yeah, I think I've seen one of those. Well, before he crashed and died. Why must the hoboes die young? Why?! *sob* These brings up an opportunity, however, for me to advertise one of my uncle's ingenious slogans.
Hope for Hoboes.
Any donations would be appreciated.
Ok I will need to help you with that. Where do i send my donations to?
Any hobo you see. (my uncles will be by to collect afterwards; they have some insane connections)
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