super frickin nice outside. mebbe mid 70s. tomorrow is sposda be in that same range. the range of deliciousness. golden deliciousness. ooh, even magical delicious!
but inside... inside is raging turmoil. destruction. poverty. why? cuz of frickin realtors, who are buttwipes. big butt wipes.
*wonchinonin*
thats some sorta lightning noise from a NES game, "karnov" that, for whatever reason, i felt was apt to properly illustrate my frustration with realtors.
