Good Sunday Morn, Fellow Slackers:


Well, I did it. I bought a new beach house here in MyBloggersville. It out on South Central Sumuma Beach just past Sanford and Son Salvage and Jefferson Cleaners. Its fabulous and with real estate conditions being what they are, I got it for a song. Now I wonder what the bank meant by "balloon payment" and "ajustable rate". Ah, well, I'm sure its nothing to get my bathing suit in a knot over. That's what the mortgage guy at the bank said anyway, and I trust him. Anyone who wears a white belt with a lime green leasure suit and a horseshoe shaped diamond pinkie ring is a straight shooting, reputable business man, right?
So, without further ado, is a virtual tour of the fabulous Bugg Beach Bungalow.





How cool is this? They tried to sell me flood insurance but I said "Na, a hurricane wouldn't dare hit here. Its too pretty."





Here is a typical guest bedroom. There are 14 of them, each with their own bath, complete with bidet. Grumpy has called "dibs" on this one because it has a telescope. Sez he wants to do some "bird watching". That Grumpy. A true friend of nature.







Here is the living room of my beach house. This will be great for those late night campaign strategy sessions or when someone needs to sleep it off..I mean rest before driving home.







Here's the pool at my beach house. Some have ask "Why have a pool when you have the whole ocean to swim in?" Because, that's why. Three little words; "sharks", "stingrays"
"toxic waste". I know, I know, that's four words but if you wanna nit pick. Did I mention that the pool area is "clothing optional"?










Here is the swim up pool bar. This is what actually sold me on the house. How convienient. And there's jondude in his customary spot. He staked that out first thing.









Here is the deck of my beach house. Isn't it cool? And it even has a pier so when Don Johnson comes to visit he can tie up his cigarette boat. Paulie Walnuts saw the pier and said it would be the perfect spot for him to conduct his "bid'nes meetin's". In fact, I think I saw Paulie headed out there a while ago. There was this nervous, scared looking accuntant type guy with him and Paulie was carrying a bag of cement. I wonder what there gonna do with that out there? Build a bar-be-que pit mebee?









Here is the view of the beach. Isn't it lovely? And there's one of my neighbors walking his do....hey, buddy, go back there and clean that up, fer Christ's sake. Where do ya think ya are...Central Park? Friggin' slobs.


Y'all come out sometime, hear?

reguards
yer maxin' and relaxin' pal
bugg