The House Of Hate is having a yard sale.
I walk my dog past the House Of Hate every day, so I figured I’d stop by and check out what they’re getting rid of.
There were a few card tables set up on the front lawn, piled high with boxes and other things.
Two old ladies were looking through some scarves, and a fat guy was browsing the comic books.
That was when I realized I’d left my wallet at home, so I walked the dog home.
I hung up the leash, sat down on my couch, and watched football.