Refers to the point in time (usually a day or two after "the third") when moochers start whimperingly
canvassing the neighborhood looking for handouts after they've blown their entire
SSI checks on cigarettes,
scratch-off tickets, and other costly/harmful/wasteful non-essentials.
I usually head off to the lake for a few days during the begginning of the month so that I won't be around for the local
riff-raff to come
bawling and blubbering to about how miserable and
destitute they are.