Hobosexual

You’re a hobosexual — do you hear me! — a hobosexual! A man who can only get excited by women who are real tramps‼

“Your Honor,” the young man said, “I just can’t live with my wife anymore. She’s a hobosexual.” “Just one moment,” interrupted the judge. “Don’t you mean homosexual?” “I mean hobosexual. You see, my wife’s a bum lay.”

“I never knew much about this boy’s father. He came through here, courted me and we got married. Soon afterwards I found out he was a hobosexual.” “You mean homosexual,” came the correction. “No, sir, I mean hobosexual. He was just a no-good, passionate bum.”

‘Smart-ass, know-it-all, arrogant pricks, with their terrorist sympathies, their hobosexual neighbors — ’ ‘Hobo'''sexual?’ ‘Bum fuckers! Fags!’

“You mean the hobosexual looking dude? Looks like somebody shook him up in a bag, and then tossed him out?” Madison giggled. “That’s funny, where did you get hobosexual from?” “Judging from the looks of him, he surely isn’t meticulous about his looks like a metrosexual.”