If you’re still checking this blog, you’ve probably noticed that I’ve been posting pretty light this month. The reason is that I’ve been house hunting ever since the lease ran out on my apartment
This means I’ve been technically homeless for the past couple weeks, which sounds kinda bad, like I’m sleeping on street grates or something. But it’s not like that at all. I’ve actually been living very comfortably with some hobos down by the railroad tracks.
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I. Am not. A hobo.
Heather, maybe. But not me.
Yo Steak!
Why didnya sayso? There's a house for sale just down the street! I'll put in a word for you. Now don't go with the adjustable rate mortgage, yo. You'll be a worldohurt.
NAT!
Yo Steak!
I talked to 'em yesterday...said "yo, Steak needs your house, is it cool?" They said "Yeah, tell him to give us the money for it!" I said "Sure. He'll be around tomorrow." Then I thought you might need to know what time so I said "What time?" and they said "Oh, about 1pm or so."
Well, man, it's almost 1pm now, so you better finish your Blizzard and that chili dog and head on over before the house is gone.
No, seriously man, don't mention it. I'm just glad to be of help. (And don't forget to bring the money. They're serious about it and say they really want you to bring a whole bunch of it or else you can't have the house.)
NAT!
Do those Hobos have a bathroom?
--Nick-Dog
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