Holy Shitsandwich, batman! REFINANCED already!

[ChefWide]

In ancient sumarian, one might say: HOLY FUCKING SHIT, ZUUL!

Just in the nick of time I cancelled the paperwork on my mortgage application. Due to a new set of rules, my bank just offered me... get this... a 4.4% loan on 80% of the overall cost of my new house.... WHAT PLANET ARE THEY FROM!?!? Actually I don't care, I almost hugged my banker, but she kept me at bay with a Dixon #2.

Lawdy lawdy, miss claudy! Those new appliances are back on the table, baaaaaby, and I think that new Volvo Sport Wagon in flaming fucking pink has my name all over it!

I am going to get so shitfaced tonight! HEY, DT! Those Montechristos and that 1974 Speyside are going to get a workout tonight!

And don't come a knockin', I am going to see how long I can keep Mrs. Chef off the ground: "Look honey, NO HANDS!"


Gold to Me
Ben Harper


You look like gold to me, and I'm not too blind to see.
Oh, you look like gold.
Said, you look like gold.

And you make me want to sing with all the joy you bring.
Oh, you look like gold.
Oh, you look like gold.

Like the rays down from the sun when a new day has just begun.
You look like gold.
You look like gold.

And now, look it 'cause,
I've been fooled before,
But now I know,
I've made the mistake in the past,
But now, now I know the difference from the gold,
from the gold and the brass.

It's not the kind of gold that you wear but the kind that can feel my care.
Oh, yeah, you look like gold.
Oh, 'know you look like gold.

Some shine when the day is new but fade when the day is through.

But not you, you look like gold.
I said, you look like gold

Oh but, but I've been wrong before,
But now I know I've made the mistake in the past,
But now, but now, I know,
Now I know, now I know,
Now I know the difference from the gold and the brass.

You look like gold to me, and now I'm,
I'm down on bending knees.
Oh, you look like gold.
Oh, you look like gold.

And I just, I just want you to know,
To me you mean so, so, so much more than all the gold.

Oh, you look like gold.
Oh, you shall like gold.
Said, you look like gold.

From the gold and the brass.

 

[Scotsman]

Congrats there sir. Sounds like a hell of a day for you. Feel free to drunk dial the americans if you feel the need during your drinking. Keep the Mrs. Chef happy for the night.

Cheers,
Scotsman

 

[ChefWide]

Congrats there sir. Sounds like a hell of a day for you. Feel free to drunk dial the americans if you feel the need during your drinking. Keep the Mrs. Chef happy for the night.

Cheers,
Scotsman

incoming!

 

[Y_lifter]

I don't have a mortgage..

 

[d3track]

i'm still paying for school.....
wanna throw my tuition on there?
lol

 

[ChefWide]

I don't have a mortgage..

I am humbled in the mere presence of your post. I wish I could be comfortable doing the same thing. I need to take bigger risks, I have three that will need the college dough (choke, gasp, sputter).

It costs me less to have this loan than follow my original plan of dumping 150k cash to cut the first mortgage in half. Cash is too damn expensive for that when the loan is so insanely cheap.

On a VERY bad day I can cover the cost of the loan by investing in local paper ALONE.

I just can't justify tieing up the capital to actually <gasp> OWN my house. Some day.

 

[digger]

The story is told
of the power of gold
and its lure on the unsuspecting

it glitters and shines
it badgers and blinds
and constantly needs protecting

Balance the cost of the soul you lost
and the dreams you lightly sold
Then tell me
That you're free
of the power of gold.

(The women are lovely
the wine is superb
but there's something about the song that disturbs you....)

 

[Dial_tone]

LOL, bottoms up!

 

[Scotsman]

incoming!

Got your message. Fucking phone lost reception. Pretty common where I work everyone has that problem. Anywho have fun and I'll look for your call later.

No worries about police.LOL

Cheers,
Scotsman

 

[ChefWide]

And lo, took he then the sheckles gathered in RamGilliad down to Bahsbil Bethuel Bahsda. He who took the butterdish to Balsheza; the tentpeg to the land of Rashamon. YEA, sayeth the Minionites as they put the bits into little pots.

Amen.

Right, whoever is rubbing linseed oil into the school cormorant, stop it! By the way, Jenkins, your mother died this morning.


(I will have a room for each boy, all to themselves, and can really contemplate their education with some zeal. Gold for the sake of that... I will suffer the slings and arrows.)

The story is told
of the power of gold
and its lure on the unsuspecting

it glitters and shines
it badgers and blinds
and constantly needs protecting

Balance the cost of the soul you lost
and the dreams you lightly sold
Then tell me
That you're free
of the power of gold.

(The women are lovely
the wine is superb
but there's something about the song that disturbs you....)