...I'm not kidding. A stranger came...to my basement window...of basementness and bottomofthehousedom. He even tried to get in. So naturally, I tried to ignore him when he knocked on the window but then he yelled in there and Crazy Mode kicked in. SO I RETALIATED!!! I lifted up the chair and yelled in a rather Victorian accent "YOU ARE RUINING MY PRIVACY, GOOD SIR!!! THIS IS MY PRIVATE SILLY TIME OF SILLINESS!!!" And I gave this motherfucker the most exaggerated faces ever. Then I got upside down and gestured with my feet that stuck out of the chair.

These are work chairs that wheel around, btw. So he asked if the house is for sale and I said "NOOOOO...IT IS NOT." Then he left. No seriously, my house is not for sale. And even if it was for sale, I don't think people should be Dumbass McDerpaderps about where the front fucking door is, or have the brass balls to INVADE THE INCLINED BACKYARD THAT EXPOSES MY BASEMENT WITH WINDOWS.

So if you live in my neighborhood, or live at all, DON'T ASK IF MY HOUSE IS FOR SALE BECAUSE YOU DON'T SEE A FOR SALE SIGN BECAUSE IT WAS REMOVED MONTHS AGO ROFLMAO.

...so how are you doing? ^_^ <tries to look innocent>

- Authur