Death of a Salesman

It is jake. Me and sean went to view some apartments today. I must say we got some good material from this little outing. It all started off right...we were met by a nice casually dressed guy with a sweet canada hat on. He showed us some of the stupidest fucking closet appartments ever and wanted a pantlowd for them. We regretfully declined the houses. Then we sat on their porch set up and offered us a free brat and coke. We ate'm its wisconsin its pretty much local custom to offer brats to company. Then while we were eating the salesmen switched and we got a tweaked out greased up class-act with alligator skin boat shoes. He also had a reddened tan face sweet ray-bans and a standard boat-deck attire. He was so jazzed up it was like he took an anal bump of coke before he came to see us. We talked chicago cubs a bit and he inserted many cool phrases like right on and sweet and cool. I believe he was attempting to stoop to our level, but in doing so he turned into the ultimate douche bag. It was like he belonged in Boca Ratone. The company also made the fatal flaw of letting us know that they purchased pre-cooked brats...as if we couldn't tell. Only amies do that kind of bullshit.