Refers to how the selfish-minded social spongers of
the community arrogantly view/
categorize any of their fellow townfolk who are
gullible and/or soft-hearted enough to consistently fall for the leeches' "poor poor pitiful me" handout-requests.
It's okay to help out someone
once in a while if he encounters honestly-unforeseen emergencies/setbacks that were genuinely beyond his control, but you need to be very careful that
you don't just become moochandise whom every slacker in town comes running to every week for undeserved favors/
assistance. Tip: To better determine if a blubberer's distress is da real McCoy or not, check da person's pockets for bottles of Cryagra; if you find some, show da dude da door ay-sap!