... with a rusty poker
Nothing would give me greater pleasure than to launch a smear campaign against a certain good-fer-nuthin' realtor.
Can't do it.
Instead, if you're planning to sell a house in the Charlotte/Monroe/Matthews area of North Carolina, give me a jingle. I'd love to dish.
Give me a pitchfork, too. Mine's still bloody from the last torchlit villager rabble-rousing ...
1 comment:
I sure don't want to get on your bad side from the looks of it...but you're keeping a good atitude.
Your new follower.
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