Are you the homeowner?
In article ,
Grimly Curmudgeon writes:
We were somewhere around Barstow, on the edge of the desert, when the
drugs began to take hold. I remember Harry Bloomfield
saying something like:
Good inventive answers please, for the next salesman that knocks at our
door and asks '...are you the home owner?'
No, I'm just house-sitting while the owner's inside for hacking a
salesman to pieces.
or "No, I buried him under the patio"
--
Andrew Gabriel
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