There was a knock on my front door.
I opened it.
A gentleman stood before me and said, “Hello Sir, I’d like to buy your house.”
He handed me a card.
I looked at it.
It said, “We Buy Ugly Houses,”
I said, “You think my house is Ugly?…
Yo Mama’s house is Ugly!…Go buy Yo Mama’s house!”
And slammed the door in his face.
By George
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