House hunting from hell

So I have looked at quite a few houses and I have decided that houses in my price range are in my price range because the hell mouth just regurgitated them. YUM! I am realizing that I can buy an okay house in an neighborhood that contains 90% of my town’s sex offenders or I can buy the housing equivalent of a giant turd in a neighborhood I would feel comfortable walking my future dog in. I have decided to go with the giant turd. I can live with giant turd for the time being – as long as it doesn’t smell like a giant turd, or a giant stinky bum, or sun-dried cat urine, or that Seinfeld b.o., or my nephew’s feet. I’m not picky at all.