The smell that emanates from the sack and or grundle area of anyone, particularly hobo's. Turds would be like roses compared to this pungent dry sweaty sack smell. The stench is so strong that you dryheave standing over the toilet. Hobo Sack stains porcelain with its tremendous odor.
Imagine a hobo riding the rail across the country, running from train to train to catch connections, sleeping in steamy hot, box-cars taking part in all types of un-savory hobo orgies all whilst not showering or considering washing the sack area...for months.
You may walk into a public bathroom and get hit with the smell. Not turdy, straight sack smell, Hobo Sack smell.
A bag carryed around by bums and hobos (mostly hobos) they are usually full of random junk that the hobos say are "priceless" or "used by (insert famous persons name here)" the hobo sacks are usually plastic bags
Also it can just be a backpack filled with random junk that is not needed. Dose not have to be carried by a hobo. It can be a broken up backpack carried by a middle class person
1. That hobo/bum tryed to sell me some junk from his hobo sack
2. Why did you bring that hobo sack! We are just going camping!!!
3. That is to discusting to be a backpack....oh! DUH its a hobo sack!
A bag carryed around by bums and hobos (mostly hobos) they are usually full of random junk that the hobos say are "priceless" or "used by (insert famous persons name here)" the hobo sacks are usually plastic bags
Also it can just be a backpack filled with random junk that is not needed. Dose not have to be carried by a hobo. It can be a broken up backpack carried by a middle class person
1. That hobo/bum tryed to sell me some junk from his hobo sack
2. Why did you bring that hobo sack! We are just going camping!!!
3. That is to discusting to be a backpack....oh! DUH its a hobo sack!
A meaningless, unimpressive, self-serving introduction. An indicator that the story about to be shared will be pointless and dumb.
Back when I lived in upstate new york, I also had to park on the street - on two occasions, we got enough snow, mixed with just the right plowing, that my car was lifted off the ground from so much snow being jammed underneath it.
Sister: This meeting was to discuss the rough draft of my essay, where we discussed the subsidiary questions I added in my rough draft. We also discussed the relationship between my main title and the real-life situations I chose to use in my essay. We discussed the structure of my essay as well, specifically the Math AOK section and how it relates to the contradiction of the title. This second meeting was particularly helpful in discussing the implications of my essay claims and how to apply the title across various areas of knowledge. There were many sections of the essay that could have been cut down in wordiness and the ways of knowing required further and more in-depth analysis.
An absolutely foolproof way to keep minors from viewing content deemed "too mature" for them to watch.
Billy: "So I was trying to watch some videos for an M rated game, and I ran into an age gate, so I put in my real birthday. SOMEHOW it managed to figure out that I am 12. CURSE YOU AGE GATE!!!"
Bill: "Fucking age gate! *quick scroll* THERE! I was born on January 1, 1904. Fuck you age gate."