Not a fence. First thing you do is go to the local zoning board and get a rezoning to five-acre parcels. Then you sell the parcels one by one, letting the newbies pay most of the outrageous amounts charged by utility companies for phone lines and electricity. Then you build your dream home using the invested income from the lot sales, move in, and use the mortgage equity to buy things like cars, big-screen teevees, and expensive vacations to exotic locales with topless beaches–all subsidized by your crazy Uncle Sam.
Of course, if it’s 1870 or so, you probably also need a coonskin hat. And some good boots.
I understand the forty acres, but what does the mule need a post for?
You tie him to it so he doesn’t wander off.
BAM!
Nope, dude. Look outside. Build a cabin first.
All of Jeff’s blogging records should remain intact. He has no ass to risk.
Not a fence. First thing you do is go to the local zoning board and get a rezoning to five-acre parcels. Then you sell the parcels one by one, letting the newbies pay most of the outrageous amounts charged by utility companies for phone lines and electricity. Then you build your dream home using the invested income from the lot sales, move in, and use the mortgage equity to buy things like cars, big-screen teevees, and expensive vacations to exotic locales with topless beaches–all subsidized by your crazy Uncle Sam.
Of course, if it’s 1870 or so, you probably also need a coonskin hat. And some good boots.
Settle in for a Spike Lee Joint.
So, Harrison, did you e-mail Gail to set that one up? E-mail Gail….I think I used to date her.
Buy a shovel.
I’m sorry, Craig. It’s just going to have to be our little secret.
Oh no, you didn’t say coonskin. Damn.
Strong fences make good neighbors.
I guess that’s why I hate Mexicans.
Unless I need some roofing repairs.
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