It's not about the house.

Friday, February 22, 2008

Rats














Rats.

11 comments:

Muskego Jeff said...

First: holy crap do you need a hobby!

Second: I assume you know your address is shown in the last picture?

iloveupstate.com said...

Can we car pool to the funny farm?

EGE said...

Whoops! I just thought it was funny the way he landed on the floor, so I took a picture. I forgot that junk mail that fell out of the trash three days ago and I haven't bothered to pick up yet, would still have my address on it.

I suppose I wouldn't want any CRAZY people wandering into the AssVac -- we're all full up already, thank you! So I erased it. Thanks for the heads-up, Jeff.

Although, seeing as how you had to enlarge it and spin it around to read the address, maybe it's not just me who needs a hobby.

On the bright side, now everybody knows where I went to school without me having to tell them. Everybody bored enough to enlarge the picture and spin it around, that is.

EGE said...

Oh, and ILU -- will you drive? I get so TIRED....

Muskego Jeff said...

Will it be wrong for me to sell the address to the highest bidder now?

I gotta fund my renovation work somehow!

EGE said...

Listen, buddy: you couldn't fund a dorrknob with what you'd get for that!

su said...

Well what did it taste like?

EGE said...

Plums and dirt and dental work.

Abby said...

PLUMS!?

theotherbear said...

HAHAHAHA.

I bet that was stale and horrid.

EGE said...

Not THOSE kinds of plums!