weirdest twist ever.
When was this house built? What company built it? Was he just doing an extension or involved in the original construction?
There is an interesting company in Denver that does a bunch of research on your home and creates a scrapbook for you. Saw it on the local news, can’t remember the name.
House was built in '58. We had a weird closet with a shower in it inside our garage… VERY odd. We were just doing work on the closet, getting rid of the shower, etc. I have no idea when Don Ivens worked on it, but my guess is early 1970’s.
This is now the second most viewed GQ thread of all time; 23,926 views.
It still has a ways to catch up to 2003’s Are scalar weapons for real? which has 40,477 views.
And your linking to it will no doubt increase that one’s views. Although, this thread wins on efficiency (i.e. more than half the views in less than a quarter of the pages).
Exactly
And in about half the time.
What if, when you find him, he claims he remembers clearly that there was eight hundred dollars in the wallet and gets ticked off at you?
Would you be on the hook ?
Ah, it’s a 40,477-type “scalar weapons thread.”
Here’s another one found in the ocean after 39 years.
http://www.boston.com/news/local/articles/2005/08/19/the_wallet_the_dinner_and_the_fisherman/
applause
Not that anybody cares, but since anecdotes seem to be fun and allowable in this thread…
When I bought my brand new condo in Chicago, in 2001, we pulled out the medicine cabinet, and found a pencil drawn picture of a BIG COCK AND BALLS WITH CUM DRIPPING FROM THE TIP.
I just laughed, and replaced the cabinet. I had actually met several of the builders, and they were uniformly foreign. My wife was only slightly offended.
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When I bought my brand new condo in Chicago, in 2001, we pulled out the medicine cabinet, and found a pencil drawn picture of a BIG COCK AND BALLS WITH CUM DRIPPING FROM THE TIP.QUOTE]
Yeah, you gotta have those jizz lines otherwise what’s the point right? This guy sounds like a pro though. When I do it I tend to do a long zig zag line from the tip to indicate ejaculation. It looks like lightning but it does in a pinch. Obviously a broken line is urine.
I salute that guy.
Heh, good call.
But, no, these were well drawn drips, in a tear drop fashion, from an obviously half-mast member in post-ejac… wait…
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When I bought my brand new condo in Chicago, in 2001, we pulled out the medicine cabinet, and found a pencil drawn picture of a BIG COCK AND BALLS WITH CUM DRIPPING FROM THE TIP.
We used to do it in chalk on school chairs. The chairs were rough-textured plastic, and the kids wore dark trousers. Just the thing with white chalk. 
When the new owners tore up the carpeting in my old bedroom at my parent’s house, (which since it’s lavender and 23 years old, I hope to god they have), they were no doubt surprised to find my dad’s doodling of Kilroy and kewpie dolls in white paint on the floor. I signed it as well, ‘Tammy’; I think all the people that redid the room signed the floor, actually, though my dad’s friend insisted on having the inside of the window frame to himself. To my knowledge, no cocks or balls were represented on the floor of a 13 year old’s new bedroom.
That reminded me of something that I haven’t thought about in ages. When my mom got the living room of our house re-wall papered in the 70’s, we were allowed to write notes in pencil on the walls first. My sister and I wrote our names and drew pictures.
My grandmother used to refurbish old houses. We found many signiatures and drawings on the plaster walls under sometimes dozens of layers of wallpaper, and I always added my own.
My favorite discovery was one we found after removing the last layer of wallpaper in a house built around 1880. In the hallway, someone had drawn caricatures of his sisters in pencil, showing enormous bustles and very prissy expressions. One hundred years after they had been drawn, they could still make a person viewing them giggle.
We had planned to paint that hallway, but I put my foot down. Those drawings were too special to destroy under a layer of paint. We put up paper. I hope that the nw homeowner had the same respect when they eventually discovered it.
One of my friend’s grew up in a house that was owned by Muhammad Ali for a few years in the 70s. They found a few thousand dollars in cash under the wallpaper.
I’m just now caught up on this thread. How exciting!
I did a story a number of years ago on a historic district in the town where I worked for the newspaper. I talked to numerous homeowners, most of whom had to return the old mansions from chopped-up apartments back into the lovely single-family homes that they were. They had lots of stories, but the one I remember best (and put in MY story) was a note written on the wall, giving a date of about one hundred years earlier, saying that the workmen were from [a nearby town] and “snowflakes are flying.”