I was talking to my upper lip the other day... about real estate. Seems we're in the midst of a crisis– too many sub-prime something-or-others. Coupled with talk of recession, flooding over here, drought over there, it's all heading down hill. But I'm sitting on one of the primest 4.75 square inch pieces upper-lip real estate in Pittsburgh. Believe me I've had offers. But everyone knows property is worth even more when you develop it. Welcome to Mustache Ranch...
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Whew man, another apparent fan of shaving with a broken oyster shell or a dull rusty Bush's Beans can.
Easy there cowboy, we don't want no trouble from no butt-chinned bandit the likes of you.
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