I Love Upstate thinks this is an enema bag hanging in the bathroom in this listing. But it is the season of giving, and in my condition of heightened generosity I refuse to believe that any real estate agent would include one. They wouldn't, they just wouldn't.
It's just a shower hose. A really high, thin, oddly placed, miscolored shower hose.
Right?
Julie found this photo of a commercial property. Yes, it is. It is! That's what commercial properties look like! Otherwise it would make no sense to have this photo be the only one on the listing.
Nothing says "Top-of-The-Line" (to quote the listing, found by Matt) like a little J.J.
Nope, nope, nothing happened here, nope, just a normal apartment Gayton found tra la la...
This house, found by Suzanne, is where holograms come to kick back on weekends. They wipe their hologram feet when they first come in so they don't get hologram mud on the hologram carpet, then they relax on the hologram sofa with the hologram throw cushions.
I used to live in New York City. My first child was born there, I have good friends there, and I still have fond feelings for the city. Public transportation! Restaurants! The Natural History museum! The Unisphere! Pan de yuca!
Until I see a listing like this one that Jax found... and suddenly, my bland suburban neighborhood seems just dandy.
Since it's craigslist and the ad will disappear soon, I'm going to copy and paste the excellent description: "Room Available November 1st. Room is approx. 10x8 (no windows). Room has private bathroom. There is no separation between bathroom and bedroom. Room is in basement. Private, no roommates. No kitchen access but you do have a mini fridge and microwave. Utilities are included. Located less than one block from L train, Bedford Ave and B61 bus. Please email some info about yourself along with how long you are looking to sublet for. (Optional semi-furnished)." "North 7th street at Bedford Ave" $550.
I suppose I'm cheating by having the photo here -- it's not like there's a better photo they could've taken.
Ahhh... sometimes there's nothing better than dragging a chair out to the back yard, sitting back, and watching a pile of sticks. Good times.
Found by Dawn, who thinks the sticks must be a selling feature.
Do I "need more information"? Hell yes, I need more information. Like, what is that smoke? What are those coils? Are the coils on fire? Are they enormous mosquito-coils? If so, is that a bad thing? What's in the tanks? Are they going to explode? Is there anything else I should know?
Found by Brian, who does not have more information.
This rebellious listing was found by Brian. Don't look too closely at the writing. Tsk tsk tsk.
This is how this photo looks when I, with my monkey-like computer skills, put it on this blog:
This is how it looks in the listing, which Dawn found:
Either way... dang. The listing says "Basement has direct walk out of family rm." Do you think the basement and the family room are on the same floor?
Oh, wait. Here it is on Google Street View:
....which straightens everything out, so to speak. So yes, a computer can take a better photo than this real estate agent can. Not that the agent should feel embarrassed about that or anything.
It's... it's... it's a grave, isn't it? Dawn found this listing, and she thinks it is, too. The house was built in 1843, so it does seem possible.
Getting the defunct swimming pool out of our back yard was a real pain. What's it like getting a grave out? Or do you just leave it, even though your kids will have tea parties on it when they're little and then, when they're adolescents, go out there to smoke cloves?
Maybe the dead like clove cigarettes. And tea parties. I do not know.
Those poor deer! How did they break through the wall? And why isn't someone helping push them back out again?
(Found by Beth.)
Mmm, sorry, no. I was going to buy the house, but the dead fish are just too small.
(Found by Dawn. If there are problems with the link, the MLS number is 68077.)
ONE little chair jumping on the bed
It fell off and BUMPED its head
Mama called the Realtor and the Realtor said
"No more furniture jumping on the bed!"
(Found by Dawn. Thanks!)
