When I was trying to buy my house and even after I bought it some local people were trying to put a sincere tone in their voice when they would advise me to go try this "Haunted House Thing" in "California , or somewhere?"
(They really just wanted to see me leave town)
In California , and alot of other places, I may have been able to afford to buy the front door of a house similair to this one?
It would be tough for the first dozen years , living in the mailbox, haunting the front stoop, slowly building my reputation, establishing a happy customer base, finally moving to the threshhold of the front door, maybe mounting a fog machine on the other side of the door, shooting fog around the cracks of the door, microscopic horrific artwork like miniture tatoos all over the door unnoticable until you get right up next to it, highly trained insects flitting into women's bun hair-do's from the transom landing pad.
People would be able to tell if I was home or away because my bloat-gas-powered unicycle would be hanging on the front door, disguised as an antique, twitching hatchet.
I was told about a home owner in California who was on the HG-TV show "Extreme Homes" (same show I was on) who had a front door that was worth $800,000.oo!!?????
For that price tag it must have been a removable surf board-flying carpet-super computer anti-terrorist device that also opened cans and raised ferrets in it's down-time?
No, I couldn't afford THAT front door.
(They really just wanted to see me leave town)
In California , and alot of other places, I may have been able to afford to buy the front door of a house similair to this one?
It would be tough for the first dozen years , living in the mailbox, haunting the front stoop, slowly building my reputation, establishing a happy customer base, finally moving to the threshhold of the front door, maybe mounting a fog machine on the other side of the door, shooting fog around the cracks of the door, microscopic horrific artwork like miniture tatoos all over the door unnoticable until you get right up next to it, highly trained insects flitting into women's bun hair-do's from the transom landing pad.
People would be able to tell if I was home or away because my bloat-gas-powered unicycle would be hanging on the front door, disguised as an antique, twitching hatchet.
I was told about a home owner in California who was on the HG-TV show "Extreme Homes" (same show I was on) who had a front door that was worth $800,000.oo!!?????
For that price tag it must have been a removable surf board-flying carpet-super computer anti-terrorist device that also opened cans and raised ferrets in it's down-time?
No, I couldn't afford THAT front door.
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