she knew he was an older man but she didn't realize how old. looking around the land, i saw it was exactly what i thought it would be: the battered remains of what once was a semi-nice farm.
when we went inside, our friend went pale like she was going to pass out. newspapers were strewn all over the floor and all the furniture was covered in quilts. i don't think i'm a particularly picky or needy person but i was literally sick to my stomach at the thought of staying here. it smelled like mothballs.
yes, that is a picture of george and laura bush placed lovingly amongst photos of his family.luckily i wasn't the only person who felt that way. my mom stealthily snuck outside to call the hotel while her friend and i distracted the old man. they still had our room available and thankfully we were able to rebook it.
i believe this is where the bodies are kept. notice the meat hooks.we told him that we were unable to cancel our hotel reservation because it was such short notice and, although we'd love to stay with him, we just couldn't but we would definitely spend time with him. he bought it. THANK GOD.
he showed us around his land and gave us lunch, which i was hesitant to eat for fear it may be poisoned. basically he rents out blocks of his land to red necks, effectively creating one of the world's most terrifying trailer parks. to be honest, he was actually a very nice man but the best way to characterize him is OLD. he embodies ever old person stereotype you could think of, including the long speeches about days gone by.
i made this ketchup and mustard masterpiece during one of his sermons. his stories were kind of interesting (he was taken prisoner during the islamic revolution) but he kept going on tangents so his stories were almost impossible to follow. i think my brain would have melted if we ended up spending the night with him.
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