Defecation

Yesterday, the landlord finally told me that there's no place for me at the renovated Chaos Manor (read: rental housing). No surprise, eh? A variety of conflicting stories were told, which altogether confirmed my suspicions. It's all about the money.

Typical Conflicted Hottie

Although I was also told that I could continue to rent the studio in Waimanalo indefinitely, I sensed that there were hidden messages being relayed that essentially indicated that it would be best if I moved out soon.

Typical Subliminal Hottie

I don't hold any grudges against the landlord. The decision was in the hands of the landlord's son. The landlord has been good to me over the years. And, I really don't want to remain in Waimanalo much longer.

Typical Procurement Hottie

Long story short, I will have to procure a homeless motorhome immediately. My target date for homelessness is the first day of next month. No sense putting off the inevitable any longer.

Typical Surplus Hottie

Sadly, there's a shortage of homeless motorhomes. The available inventory that I have perused appear to be former taxicabs. Very high mileage, which translates to a lot of wear-and-tear from infinite stop-and-go excursions. Worst of all, the prices were way too high (close to $19,000). Thus, a beat-up minivan would be a bad investment.

Typical Investment Hottie

I will have to consider the purchase of a new minivan now. The cost will be high, given that the trade-in on my current vehicle will be lower than expected. I suppose that I will need to transfer at least $30,000 to my local bank from my non-performing investment accounts in order to cover all costs. Mind you, the minivan will be my nearly permanent "home." Cost becomes irrelevant.

Typical Frugal Hottie

I should be worried that I am rapidly depleting my life savings. What else can I do? I already subsist on sub-frugal standards. And, frankly, I could "keel over" in my early seventies. That's only ten years away. Yes, that's how close I am to death.

Typical Unhidden Assets Hottie

If I live any longer, I will be just like all of the decrepit senior citizens hobbling around everywhere. Quality-of-life, at that point, would be so low. Medical expenses alone would bankrupt me in one year. So, there's no point in keeping any unhidden assets.

Typical Official Hottie

By the way, I have discovered that I must officially retire at 62 years of age. That's one year from now. I must begin collecting my senior citizen benefits, or the payout will decrease ever year. At age 65 years, I may only receive $100 per month. The payout is calculated to reward dedicated wage slaves only. People with long periods of unemployment or early unofficial retirement will discover that the payout will decrease significantly before official retirement.

Typical Payout Hottie

Lots of shit going down, eh? That the way life is these days. Greed, corruption, avarice, fraud ... those are new standards ruling society. Garbage in, garbage out. Shit in, shit out.

Silence, Little Lamb!

The entire global landscape is a cesspool. From macro to micro, the turds rule. That's why I will be homeless soon. Humanity is going down ... rapidly. Most of the chimpo sapiens don't notice anything because they are too busy playing with their "smartphones."

Typical Summer Hottie

Fortunately, we have more pictures of young hotties to embed in the "blog." That's reason enough to play with the "smartphone." Young hotties everywhere.

Typical "Smartphone" Hottie

Bring on the hotties of Summer already! Say, how will I choke da chicken if I am homeless? Oh, that's right, the Vienna Sausage is almost completely incapacitated. Sheesh!