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.