It meant the world to him.
“Why do aunts get all the glory? What about uncle-tiques?”
🙄🙄🙄😑😑😑
It’s a small world.
"You're both worth more than you used to be, even though you're unhinged and your knobs don't work!"
Of course she denies it, but I'm sticking to my guns.
That was a royal pane in the ass.
Then I noticed it only measures comrads.
Lovely man, terrible antiques dealer...
They crept in. It was pitch black and stone quiet. They were suddenly starting to regret this dare. Stupidly, only one brought a flash light. The aggressive darkness and inky black yielded with grudging compliance but always seeming to push back. They moved cautiously onward amid the dust and cobwebs. The floor creaked. They breathed in tight, quick breaths. You could hear a pin drop.
Suddenly, there was a deep moan. "OOOOOOOOUUUUU". It seemed from below them. The house had been abandoned for years. Who or what could make such a sound? The boys looked at each other, but continued on, hearts pounding in their chests.
As they proceeded into the kitchen they encountered a swarm of flies. Buzzing and beating their necks and faces, they rushed and stumbled to the door, not stopping to see what they were truly feasting on. They slammed the door behind them. Maybe a body? But no way were they going back to find out. And again came the sound, "ooooOOOOOooooOOUUU" but louder this time, and closer.
They proceeded through the dark into the dining room. They saw a fully set dining table covered in cob webs. Dust-covered regal-looking glasses, goblets and silverware adorned the table. Spiders climbed on ivory plates. Clearly a house of privilege and set for a grand feast which never happened.
Or, perhaps, met a fatal end?
They pushed on. But again that unearthly howl.
"oooooOOOOOOOOOOOUuuuuUUUUuuUUOOOOooo".
They found the basement staircase, and from below, the sounds seemed to be emanating. Could they proceed? Would they? Did they dare? Two of the boys looked at each other, faces filled with worry.
But the third said, confidently, "We're going down there." Not wanting to seem the weaker, the other two boys steeled themselves and nodded.
The stairs creaked and groaned evily under their feet. The rickety banister shook in angry defiance. Insects and vermin scattered underneath them with every step. They were descending into hell, they knew, but none would turn back.
And the sound: "oOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUuuuuUUOOOO". Now loud enough to fill not only their heads but seeming to claw at their very souls!
Now at the basement door! The antique, crying squeak of the hinges eeeeeeEEEEEEEEEEee made the boys wince and almost cover their ears. But they had to know. WHAT is making that horrible, terrible sound?
"ooooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUoooooUUUUUUUOOOOOOO"
In the center of the basement lay an unholy coffin! A twisted artistic expression of murder, decay and
... keep reading on reddit ➡I feel Victorian.
Husband: No let's not, I feel baroque.
...as they are browsing they come across a suit of armor. The son asks his Dad "How much does that cost?". To which his Dad replies "$2500". His son looks shocked, "For a knight?!" "No, son. You get to keep it forever".
I got shafted.
It was Rome-antique.
A retirement home
It’s about time.
They kept causing Model T wrecks.
Because it had a lot of problems
But it might make you buy curios.
It really means the world to me.
After this, he chair-ished it for life.
It's pretty light
The wife and I both to proceed how we like the look of it, and the wife mentions how she likes the lack of a rooster on top.
To which I reply "Of course dear, no one likes a cock swinging around in the breeze".
He just said, "Oh you know. Same old, same old."
Talk about money for old rope.
They didn't.
He says they help pass the time.
It’s a small world.
It’s a small world.
She denies it, but I’m sticking to my guns.
It’s a small world.
It’s a small world.
It’s a small world.
It's a small world
It’s a small world.
She says it's not true, but I'm sticking to my guns!
It's a small world!
She denies it but I'm sticking to my guns
It’s a small world.
But I’m sticking to my guns.
She denies it, but I’m sticking to my guns.
It’s a small world.
It’s a small world.
