Guy Loves Head

We pull up to this house on a street with a few houses that are redone, not bad.... until we see the house we are supposed to see. Now, not only is there a giant RV in the driveway, but the owner is beer belly out hosing it down. Inside we go, just like walkin into a box of Marlboros. The door in the kitchen is held up with duct tape, yup you heard me. White trash wifey closes her email in the office/cat sanctuary/dining room and leads us to the kitchen. The husband asks us if we'd like to see the basement, aka best room in the house but fair warning, "Taxedermy" downstairs. No thanks on my end says the vegetarian, but the boyfriend braves the storm. Meanwhile, me and mom take all of the 20 steps it takes to get around the house and have to make up a story about the cat doing something funny to hide our obnoxious laughter. My boyfriend explained downstairs as "slaughterhouse" (think Ace Ventura 2). There were horned rabbits, deers with their tongues touching - weird shit. We go upstairs to find the entire wall stacked with boxed trains?!!??! Where are we!!!!!!! Needless to say, we didn't put a bid in.