Houston Real Estate
Added on Jan, 22 2008 at 10:18 PM by Sarah
So this past week I was talking with my fervid family members from Texas- my magnificently magnanimous yet malaise Aunt Martha, odious uncle Oscar and tragically ecstatic cousin Emily-as they regaled me with tales of their current engagement in a rather disquieting expedition to uncover their super secret arctic fortress of solitude- otherwise known as Houston Condos. In their quest to find a fitting piece of Houston Texas Real Estate, they came upon some rather unusual residents particular to some Houston Homes For Rent: the giant circus poodle. It may seem rather ridiculous, and I sure as heck thought so as well, but as they perused one particular neighborhood near the local hospital with their entourage of Houston Realtors, my Father's sister's fair family imparted upon me, they came upon a gang of highly sophisticated roaming circus poodles abandoned by a nationally renowned traveling ring show, who get their kicks entertaining loafing lookers over of Central Houston Real Estate by dancing on each-other's shoulders, speaking a dialect of quasi human animal talk, and juggling with all four of their feet. Now, as my familial relations were looking over high brow pieces of Houston Medical Center Real Estate, said company of comical canines began their schtick with a tragic scene from the Opera carmen- you know the one where the rebels are almost caught by the government forces, "for whom the bell tolls" style? Well, half way through they tossed the collection hat out to their extemporaneously excited audience of poor souls simply search for their nice bit of Houston Memorial Real Estate,and the change flew in minuscule, third rate amounts, very much unworthy of the performance at hand, into the rib-ticklingly undersized noodle jewelry. Having under contributed, my filial correspondences took up, once again, their journey to find some suitable Central Houston Real Estate. The pugnacious pups, however, had another plan for my aunt Martha, uncle Oscar and cousin Emily, another plan altogether which focused much less on Houston Heights Real Estate and much, much more on monetary revenge, hound dog style-which is remarkably similar to Rambo's style, only with many fewer murderous rampages, much less blood, and surprisingly vacant amount of hate and embitterment.... Anyway, our mongrel con artists quickly, and through much acrobatic back bending and body twisting which I shall not even attempt to describe to anyone unfamiliar with the infamous yet little known do-jo sense Elvisè Presilè, created a very nice rendition of the preeminent neighborhood architectural stylings of the day. My uncomprehendingly gullible aunt Martha, upon seeing the faux home, demanded that her beau pay the Realtor immediately, and that they move into the home that very same day. They left to gather their belongings for the switch into their brand new perfect little life. When, they returned however, there sat only an empty lot and one page of notebook paper where their new house had once resided. "Had you given us a quarter, you might still need a porter; but you gave us a penny, and we left you without any!" - your friendly neighborhood squad of quadruped carnies