Trinidadian hobo: Step into the car and please don’t block the doors. There’s another train directly behind this one. Biiing-bonnng! That’s from the old cars. This is how they do it now: “Dingdong!” (recorded “if you see something, say something” message plays; hobo recites the message along with it, mimicking perfectly.) “Tell a police officer or an MTA employee.” Or tell me, because it might be a bag o’ money. Or weed. But if it’s only a nickel bag of weed, just turn it in to a policeman. If it’s a 500-pound bag, give it to me! I need that haze! Now, here’s a picture of my wife. Two years ago, on Easter Sunday, my wife passed away of a massive heart attack. I want you all to know about this because I want you all to know I’m still single. The ladies, that is, not the men. I’m not gay. I have gay friends, but I’m not gay. I’m a lesbian. I’m a lesbian because I love what they eat!
Overheard by: Aloof Loner
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