Today, Bebo leaves the country, along with Lenard. Unless they have already left. I’m really none too sure.
Last Thursday, we had an accidental hobo reunion. It was all thanks to Bebo. Hugo now works with Bebo, well, until now, when Bebo swaps countries. Anyway, Bebo was given a present from work, but left it at work. Hugo drove it over while I visited Bebo, thus creating the reunion. Thank you, Bebo, for your forgetfulness. It comes in handy sometimes.
While I hunched over in Bebo’s box, he suddenly remembered; “Oh, yeah! I got you this when I snuck into Mexico.”
“How long ago was that?” I asked.
“...Seven months...”
Perhaps it isn’t so surprising he still has a shirt of mine from earlier this summer. I’m lucky he ever found my pants. I wonder where the secret room’s hidden...
Guess what? Hugo got his present seven months ago. Yeah. YEAH.
Yep. This is how our worlds work.
Oh, Bebo. Seven months from now, your plane will descend. You will get home, but find that Hugo has somehow mangled your house beyond recognition. He will blame me, he will point the accusatory at me. Just know that whatever he says, I was not the one who let the army of squirrels into your box.
Good luck in that new land. God bless your extended vacation. May your paths be filled with many friendly hobos.
And Lenard, please come back in one piece. Do not let Bebo talk you into, well, anything. Bebo’s a bad example filled with bad ideas.
G’day mates!
Joe
Remember how I said that we can’t function well when we hobos are apart? Well, at least with this blog, it’s true. Ah, what a tragic summer it has been. We three, mostly separated. Yesterday, we almost had a reunion! Bebo was there, as well as Lenard, Hugo, and some others. But, reader, it was I, Joe, who was missing from the party (and the Dancing Dwarf, but that creature doesn’t really count). Bebo spend a good amount of time trying to convince me to visit him and his horse. I failed in that epically. And he failed in forcing me out of the house. We are failures to each other.
Have you noticed this horrible fact? I’m the only one who’s posted since school got out. They must have lives… Well, in Hugo’s case, fictional lives… But I’ve read plenty this summer! And I’ve written a lot. Among other things. And what does he do? Read. And facebook. Probably uses the heavy stuff, too, disfiguring his face…
Hugo, this is a public announcement telling you to check your email! Of course, you never check this blog. You only know what’s being said through your email. It’s a never-ending loop with you, isn’t it?
Oh, look. I uncovered another one of our failures.
Guess what? School starts tomorrow. Blah. But hey, maybe Hugo’ll post again… Of course, Mr. Bebo is NOT coming back. Oh, what sadness! And Razzle! He’ll never be seen again, the poor automobile.
My life is so drab. Yesterday, my highlight was putting on a pair of jeans. Oh, and right before I went to sleep I found out some awesome info about a college. But I have a stalker. Of the feline variety. Every stinkin’ place I go. Whoosh! And he’s there. Right now, he’s a couple inches away. I should really get a restraining order from this ally cat. He’s very persistent.
Stalker cats, horsy reunions, and heavy fictional facebooking. It’s official. We fail at life.
Joe
Yesterday was a grand day. Yesterday was… HoboCon 2011!!!
We three hoboes were reunited. It was a touching moment, filled with excited blabbering, awkward hugs (from me, the only person who could ever rival Voldemort), multiple outbursts of violent fake-fencing, and bickering. Ah, you would have cried!
Not only did Bebo and Hugo come over to my beautiful box, but so did Lenard! As well as two other, as yet unnamed individuals. I expect that you will know them quite soon. The only exception at this glorious festival was the Dancing Dwarf, who was doing something…. Maybe that thing?
Might I say that Bebo and Hugo are terrible at croquet. I believe Bebo only succeeded in not losing to his Hugoian counterpart because of his having cheated. Twice (that I’m aware of). And this was the easy course. Dear goodness, if I had set up the usual extreme course I like to play with my family, I am firm in my belief that those two would still be out there, probably at the third… loopy-stuck-in-the-ground thing… My, aren’t I articulate?
Oh, yes! Speaking of family, my sister was in attendance. She would probably prefer to go unnamed as she was a bit surprised at the shocking lack of decorum and direction in what we said. But, HA! Oh, just believe me when I say, she was thoroughly entertained. At one point I left her with Hugo in the kitchen to show Lenard and company a story I was writing about our adventures we’ve had. After roughly ten minutes, I jolted up in my bed, realizing I had left those two alone! Needless to say, we all rushed back to them to unexpectedly find that they were doing just fine without us. But before that, it was a chaotic, scary moment…
At one point Hugo played a beautiful piano piece he himself composed. He’s a hobo of all trades…
Sadly, Bebo and company had to leave early due to animal things. Then, a couple hours later, after eating a plentiful dinner, Hugo too left. After a game of badminton, my sister left to play a rambunctious game called soccer, or futbol in other places. Yes, that sport. How I long to play… Soon after, I grabbed my magical camera, and began taking pictures of Lenard and company on the rope swing. How I wish I had grabbed it sooner… Did you know that a rope swing in motion, with someone on it is a prime target for photographing? It is. Even I looked rather debonair and dashing in a couple pictures, if I do say so myself. And Lenard? Far too photographic. He should be a model… A newspaper model! Yes, I will have to speak to him about that… Oh, and then those two left. It’s not like they’re still here, or anything… I hope… With that big, scary, unmarked van…
Ah, the rope swing. Not only is it great for photos, but it also works well when one wants to get in an exercise. I’m still sore! Either that or…
BEBO, YOU ARE DEAD IF YOU GAVE ME THAT PESKY FLUENZA!
Hope you’re all not dying in this heat like I am (and no one else seems to be…).
Awkward hugs and kickses,
Joe
P.S. I’ve been told to post ahead of those lazy bums. So I’ll get to that soon. Honestly, I don’t know how they even function without me…
