by quirky » Tue Mar 21, 2006 10:36 pm
Poor goats.
When we moved into the first house in Belgium, it was HUGE, but in bad condition inside. One of the upstairs bathrooms was Pepto pink and there were numbers on the doors. My father found out from the neighbors that the last lady to rent it had a bit of business going on there.
The celler of the house was 300 years old...kind of decaying bricks and there was the noxious scent of goat. She kept a GOAT in the basement!
My mind doesn't even want to go there...but how drunk do you have to be??
Anyway, I remember scrubbing and power washing that basement out until the goat smell was gone.
"When in doubt, tell the truth."
Mark Twain