When one is trolled IRL in such a way that it could only have been done by an indigent. Having a volatile mixture of relatively unlimited free time and austere constraints on available resources, a creative hobo can produce the kind of hijinks that would leave an average citizen completely flummoxed, questioning the reality of what was just experienced.
JB: "A homeless man sat on our porch today. He recited a poem. Then we met him at the local bar. He ordered a slice of pizza. He followed us home and then tried to sell us a used bondage kit. He left it for us after we gave him 40รยข. What the fuck?"
X: "I think you're getting hobo-trolled."
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