I was born in a house. I grew up in a house and did home work in a house. My moms beat me in a house when she found out I lost my virginity in our house. I even fell in love in a house.

My first girlfriend lived in a house. (I know some of you are reading this in a house.) I know some of you want to buy a house.

I'm currently renovating my house. Some people never lived in a house. I just left my girl's house. We watched Big Momma's House. I fell down the stairs outside my house, sprained my ankle outside my house. Then my neighbor helped me up the stairs and I limped into the house.

Whenever I'm in another city, I admire different house.

I got played by my first crush in front of my house. Her friends laughed at me from in front of her house...across the street from my house.

I was stalked by a very deranged woman who somehow followed me to my house.

(When it rains I love to stay in the house.)

Last week I went to a house party.

(This week I didn't get invited to a house party.)

I would love to live in Bill Gates' house. I wonder how many rooms are in the White House? Does George Bush even like house?

Did Queen Latifah really want us to come into her house?

Did the Force MD's really think that love was a house?

The moral of the story is...

You don't have to live in a HOUSE to live HOUSE!