I went out for a long walk tonight, since I was feeling a bit guilty about the half a donut that I had today and I wasn't going to go to the gym because I was afraid that I'd start hacking up a lung while in the midst of some form of exercise. So I went exploring.

A few random turns set me down in the heart of Brentwood, where I was marvelling at the beautiful houses -- all of which probably cost well over three-quarters of a million dollars if not more than a million. Just gorgeous, really. And I'm walking down this street and I spot this absolutely wonderful house only a block away from the über-elite Brentwood Country Club. This house is awesome. Tall, grand, with columns, beautiful huge windows which look in on exceptionally decorated rooms, overall an extremely impressive house -- with a bright, bright orange Ford Pinto sitting in the driveway.

I'm really lucky that the house's occupants didn't seem to be home, because otherwise my laughing probably would've brought them running outside to see what the hell all that noise outside their home was about.