Mrs. Jones: "My husband is a hobosexual, your honor"
Judge: "Don't you mean homosexual, Mrs. Jones?"
Mrs. Jones: "No your honor, I mean hobosexual. He's just a no good, passionate bum"
There's just something about that musty smell.
Other Friend: What?
Friend: I'm a hobosexual.
Other Friend: WTF is that?
Friend: Ya know that guy that lives under that overpass by the mall?....