Stupid Condo
I’ve been busy.
I am the proud owner of a “condominium” which I purchased in a previous life and of which I have been unable to rid myself ever since.
There’s nothing wrong with it, but I hate being responsible for the house that I currently live in, much less this other residence. Hell, I’d live in a cardboard box if it had a garage. No mortgage, no chores, no maintenance. That’d be the life.
I’ve been over there a lot, lately, getting it ready to sell. Tonight’s task was to simply touch up the paint in the kitchen. I saw some cracks in the existing paint job, and so I tried to peel off the loose paint. Next thing I know, all the paint on that wall - 30 years and 4 layer’s worth - has peeled away in a single sheet, revealing the original plaster wall and several dead bodies. And buried treasure. Ok, I’m totally kidding about the treasure and one of the dead bodies.
March 22nd, 2006 at 3:24 am
Where was Geraldo? Surely you unearthed Al Capone’s secret vault.
March 26th, 2006 at 9:36 am
how make you a deal, I will give you a dollar and relieve you of that nasty condo burden.