Maybe it's the entrance to the bomb shelter
This condo seems to come with its own... giant beehive? Tortilla oven? Sweat lodge? Stone oratory? Place for the wicked witch to store Hansel?
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
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18 comments:
Maybe that is the igloo of the eskimos that relocated to Arizona?
I think....that's where they put the naughty folks who don't pay their homeowners/condo association dues.
I bet it's a wood-fired oven, built in the '70s when that kind of stone was popular. So, yes, it is just the place for Hansel.
That's just awesome, I want one!
It looks like the toque my mother knitted for me for Christmas 1989.
Although my head isn't quite that big.
Should I be concerned that I can see at least two "Sold" signs in Picture #2 where there are somewhere between 3 and 6 units shown?
Aside from that "Welcome Home to this cosmetic 2 bedroom fixer"
The first time I read it I somehow got "cosmic" out of that sentance, but even with "cosmetic" I'm not making sense sentance of the.
Does it use a lot of nailpolish? Sell lipstick door to door? The cosmetics need "fixering" or it looks cosmetically good, but the bones need "fixering"
It's my happy place.
That's the top of my Mom's hairdo from 1969!!! The rest of her head must be underground. I'll save you, Mommy!
It's the sacred Wart Temple, where loyal followers congregate to worship the Mighty Wart God. The building around it is known as Compound W.
booo
It looks like the tomb of Joseph of Arimathea.
I think it is a hive for giant, stone bees.
Anyone wanting this cosmetic fixerer can spend a sunny weekend making their own B MOVIE!
Don't apologize Stuart, I laughed out loud here! You guys are really cracking me up today.
A mildly serious suggestion:
Maybe it's the equipment, heaters, etc. for the pool. If so I hope it has a normal sized door somewhere though. Otherwise you'd need really small repairpeople.
It's where all the animals must sleep every night
My guess would be a kiln -- which could actually be quite a good thing for the right buyer. But, if it WAS a kiln, then I'd certainly put that in the description, of course.
I can't believe I know this, but we looked at a place there back when the units were apartments and recongnized the beehive. It's a historic landmark cobblestone milk cooler from when the property where the apartments/condos now sit was a private estate.
A little house near us in an inner Melbourne suburb (Australia) went to auction last year, with agents promoting the bomb shelter (?!!) in the back garden as an ideal wine cellar. I have no idea of what the original owners were expecting, but our town is yet to experience an air raid.
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