Let's Lynch The Landlord!!!

There's rain in the sky of our happy kingdom. Me and my Denise are despising our new home a little more each day... Correction: We LOVE our new home. We just really, really hate our landlord! He has the most ridiculous rules I've ever heard of. I understand the fact that he's trying to protect his investment, or whatever, but, GOOD LORD, we're paying this idiot $350 a month for a friggin' TRAILER! We should have a little bit of freedom, I think. We can't have any pets, and I have to mow the grass every week... We have to, basically, schedule our whole lives around the landlord. To quote my parents, this guy is a real monkey! I signed this lease aggreement whenever we first moved here. I paid a deposit for $350, and, supposedly, have to stay here for 2 years, or else I'll lose that $350 deposit. But, let me tell you, I'd rather lose $350 than to put up with this guy! We've been looking for a new house these last couple weeks. It's getting a little discouraging, and even sickening, when we see some of the prices of houses, but I'm sure we'll find something soon. Why can't all landlords be loveable, and cuddly, like "Mr. Furley," or even "Mr. Roper," from "Three's Company?"