Oh, and then there was this: holy freaking eff...
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I don't know why all of you wouldn't want this property! There's nothing I'd love more than a secret lair I can retreat to when I can't stand the rest of the world, and completely get away from real life (literally). I'd keep every detail intact, that place is so campy and glorious I'd only allow you downstairs if…
Are you kiddin' me?! This is the coolest thing I've ever seen! Alright, it does need redecorating. I'll give you that. But my God! I'd move in tomorrow! No more pain in the ass neighbors! No more lawn mowers at 7 AM! Blast your music as loud as you want any time you want! A little redecorating and internet…
Am I the only one who would live there?
It's uncanny - it feels like Kubrick, David Fincher and Wes Anderson's next* movies could all be filmed there.
We were looking at this at work the other day, and what got me was that it's buried beneath a whole other house. I would buy it, rent out the surface-level house and never tell the renters that I lived in a crazy bunker right underneath them. I would sneak in and out like Lazlo in Real Genius.
If my entire society died around me, I'd want to go, too. I'm not courageous enough to go underground for a year and then come out, evade whatever scary-ass people are left, and form a New World Order with no friends, no colleagues, and only my immediate family (which as present consists of two dogs).
Please explain how, in these modern times, people STILL DON'T KNOW HOW TO FUCKING USE your/you're (and while we're on the subject, their, they're, and there). I mean for Christ's sake, it really isn't that hard and if you really try, your (NOT you're) brain seriously goes on autopilot and picks which (NOT witch)…
Now I'm wondering if butterface works for both genders and wondering if I should even be typing that. No I definately should not have typed that. Or hit publish. But that's what happened.
I believe the technical term is "working it"