Hi ho, MMMLogerinos!

The DH and I had a great weekend dodging the rain in topless Red Therapy. We've been looking at real estate and if you've done much of that, you'll know that when you walk into someone else's house you're often greeted with surprises. Oh. My. I also love how real estate agents can be deaf and blind when it serves. But let you mention something and they're right there agreeing with you NLP style--the ole getting in rapport by repeating your words and mirroring your behavior.

The first place we visited was on almost an acre and the listing said it had privacy and views. I really love to read the listing description of houses and then go see. Those listing agents are truly creative writers. Fabulous. So, with the first place there was a view--if you stood on the very corner of the deck and on tiptoe to see through the tiny break in the trees. Also, the house was what I'd call a mobile, but the agent insisted that it was not, but assembled, transported and tied down. Sounds like a mobile without wheels, eh? Right. In any case, it was in pretty good shape and extremely interesting inside. When I hit the door, I thought I smelled peanut butter (I'm very sensitive to odors.) But further in I realized that I'd climbed in a giant bong and almost got loaded just breathing in the place. Wow. Then the agent said something to the effect of--oh, yeah, our previewer or someone said that it smelled a bit like pot in here. Wheeeeee.

Which brings me to this rather unPC joke sent by my friend Trishy. . .

One day a guy died and found himself in hell. As he was wallowing in despair, he had his first meeting with a demon.

The demon asked, "Why so glum?"

The guy responded, "What do you think? I'm in hell!"

"Hell's not so bad," the demon said. "We actually have a lot of fun
down here. You a drinking man?"

"Sure," the man said, "I love to drink."

"Well you're gonna love Mondays then. On Mondays all we do is drink. Whiskey, tequila, Guinness, wine coolers, diet Tab and Fresca. We drink until we throw up, and then we drink some more!"

The guy is astounded. "Damn, that sounds great."

"You a smoker?" the demon asked.

"You better believe it!"

"You're gonna love Tuesdays. We get the finest cigars from all over
the world and smoke our lungs out. If you get cancer, no biggie. You're
already dead, remember??"

"Wow, the guy said, "That's awesome!"

The demon continued. "I bet you like to gamble."

"Why yes, as a matter of fact I do."

"Wednesdays you can gamble all you want. Craps, blackjack, roulette,
poker, slots, whatever. If you go bankrupt, well, you're dead anyhow. You
into drugs?"

The guy said, "Are you kidding? I love drugs! You don't mean . . ."

"That's right! Thursday is drug day. Help yourself to a great big bowl
of crack, or smack. Smoke a doobie the size of a submarine. You can do all
the drugs you want, you're dead, who cares!"

"Wow," the guy said, starting to feel better about his situation, "I
never realized Hell was such a cool place!"

The demon said, "You gay?"

"No."

"Ooooh, you're gonna hate Fridays!"

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