A self-mocking quip in answer to a
questioning of the quality of your home when in compare to those at the annual Parade of Homes venue. Also
demonstrative of the will and
resistance to refrain from burning down a row of garishly displayed high-fallutin' mansions.
A phrase derived from the winning entry of the "Parade of Homes for the Down and Out." This is a custom built street person abode. The eclectic Hobo's answer to 'splendid living' and keeping up with 'Hobo Jones' affluent.
A mocking quip directed to you and your kind in gesture as to what you can afford in public housing. Addendum: Such directed quip would also convince one to burn down a row of garishly displayed high-fallutin' mansions.
Said one Hermit Crab to the other: Hey Gatsby, I see your Livable
Sardine Can won this year's first prize in the
Parade of Homes on Cannery Row contest!
My entry into this years Parade of Homes is The Livable
Sardine Can.