This Is Not My Beautiful House
I don’t live in this house. I don’t even live on this street. But I live in a structure very much like this, where I’m surrounded by tens of thousands of similar homes.
Ever since I reminisced about my terrorist friend, this site has received steady traffic from the Middle East. I suspect these curious visitors wonder what my life is like. It occurred to me that I’ve never bothered to feature the defining characteristic of my area- the attractive if somewhat mundane homes featuring spectacular trees and pretty yards.
So, Ali's comrades, now you know.
posted by Happy In Bag @ 8:41 AM
2 Comments:
At 11:58 AM,
FletcherDodge said…
That looks almost exactly like my house, my street, one of my trees. In fact, I think the squirrel in that tree frequents my yard.
At 6:07 PM,
Xavier Onassis said…
Can't be your street emaw!! That's my street, I swear! In fact, I think that's my house!
It's a nice, quiet neighborhood.
Hope they don't find out I'm a Godless, baby-eatin' Satanist.
I fly the American flag out front and get dressep up and leave the house for a couple of hours on Sunday mornings. Just to throw them off the trail.
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