I'll tell ya what's worse. A bunch of weirdos that think they know my life.
I found this kookie letter tacked to my front door when I came home the other day. YEAH, TACKED, not taped. I'd like to tack it to their friggin foreheads.
Not only do I have no clue of what the hell they're talking about, but I'd be more than glad to name a price if I actually knew of anything like that in my house, after I had it appraised first. Richie ain't no fool. I'm not gonna just give away some dead sea scroll 'cause some non-profit group made out to be of good intentions.
How the hell are they gonna come up with some mulah if they ain't makin' any money to begin with? And how the hell am I supposed to name a price if they didn't leave a contact number?
Whatever. It's probably a scam.
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