So, I’ll be having a couple of empty apartments Sep 1st. I’ve had a shit load of people call me and a few of them have made appointments to see them. Sometimes they don’t bother to show up and don’t even call to cancel.
I don’t live far from the building but it still pisses me off. I haven’t had much luck with the people that have come to see it. One lady asked me are you going to run a credit report? I have really bad credit and my fiancé has no credit.
I’ve had a number of people trying to talk me into lowering the rent.
I’m not selling a car here people!
One couple asked if having a Doberman dog would be ok.
One lady wants to run a daycare from one of the apartments.
Why would I want a bunch of little pain in the ass kids banging on the kitchen cabinets?
I’m a little disappointed in the way this post is going, not funny at all so I think I’ll just tell you a joke.
A fisherman caught a little gold fish, the gold fish told the fisherman.
Please, please let me go! I don’t want to die! I’m just a little gold fish, to young to die, please let me go. If you do I’ll grant you a wish.
How about three wishes?
Do I look like a Jean Knee? I’m not the blue guy from Aladdin, I’m just a little gold fish.
The fisherman is thinking “Wow, I can really make a difference here. I have an opportunity to make the world a better place” I wish, I wish for the war in Iraq to be over.
But I’m just a little gold fish; I don’t even know where Iraq is! Can’t you wish for something smaller? Something for yourself?
Ok, then make my wife more attractive, my friends always make fun of me because my wife is really ugly. Here’s a picture of her.
The fish wipes his eyes a couple of times and says.
Where was Iraq again?