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if nothin else..i woulda loved to have become a train hopping, prize fighting hobo. I could have hitched a ride on the tracks and gone from county to county, boxing the normals. Howd they would all scoff and snicker before the bout "Hah! What could that hobo possibly accomplish in this sport of kings? He is merely but a stray alley cat with mittens on his paws. Surely he will be beaten away like one."
But little would they know.. that .. nobody.. fights harder than a hobo.
edit: good topic btw KK
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