Here They are homes of the Upper crust
When I saw these two bedrooms I burst out laughing, not at the rooms but who sleeps in them. I listen to that guy on the radio in my car
and he is no Renaissance man. The ceiling on one flipped me out.
He just hates everyone. It's like the witch trying to get into cinderella's slipper.
Monday, January 24, 2011
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