Because Jon spent all the money on smokes and sunglasses

Life just wasn't the same for Aaden, Alexis, Collin, Hannah, Joel, and Leah after the divorce.

(Found by Meghan.)

The headless cowman

Moooo.

Oink?

Mooooooooo.



(Cow hiney found by bARRY; pig found by Thomas or Susie; hanging cow-thing found by David.)

VrooooOOOOOOOOOoooooom

I am the ghoooooost.... the ghost of cars past......


(Found by Bing.)

$1399 / 3br - 3-Level TH, event horizon

Interested in renting this townhouse Amber found? Then get there quick, before it's sucked away, away, away through the black hole....

Lord, this must be my destination

Lizzie found this painfully honest listing. At least I hope it's honest. Because if they're writing "what is nestled next to a grave yard, a rundown eye sore and pink all over?" in a listing and that isn't honesty -- if they're actually hiding, you know, the bad qualities while including several photos of the graves right over the fence -- than just what could be in that basement? Radon? A burst sewer pipe? Bigfoot?

Go, team!

Yes! I will buy your house! YEAH! Found by Jodi!

But if the photo above isn't enough to convince you... how about this?


Actually, I think my kids would love that yard. So let's ignore it and instead go back to thinking about why people include photos of themselves in their listings. Has anyone ever been on the fence about a house purchase, looked at the listing one last time, seen a photo of the current owners, and had that be the deciding factor? Yes?

Something for the weekend, sir?

That's it. I can't take any more listings today. The world is just too weird.

Somebody stop me

Why am I putting up this photo that Bill found? Dang, that's gross. Tell you what. I'll just shrink it waaayyyy down...


Ah. That's better. I wonder why the real estate agent didn't think of that?

JUST MAKING SURE YOU NOTICE

HELLO! THE BATHTUB FAUCET LEAKS. DRIP DRIP DRIP. JUST WANTED TO MAKE SURE YOU NOTICED THAT, SO I INCLUDED A BUCKET IN THE PHOTO. GREAT!

(Found by M.)

Tip toe

When I flipped through this listing -- found by Helen -- at first I couldn't tell what had caught her eye. So they have a few shelves of snowglobes... so what? I've owned more than my fair share of Homer Laughlin restaurant dishware in my time; I don't begrudge people collections and hobbies.



But then I saw this.


All I can think of is me, this room, and my poor impulse control. Oh, it would be bad.