More tentacles!

Is it tentacles in this photo Kelly found? Or is it, as she feared, a small child's legs dangling through the ceiling? There's only one way to find out: someone buy the house and report back, okay?

What? They're dead, so what's the problem?

An anonymous poster pointed out I'd missed this in the WHEE BRRRONG BING BOONG BANG (or whatever I called it in a pathetic attempt to sound like a dial-up modem) post below. It's the kitchen. With the fogger still on the floor. Surrounded by dead bugs. At least I presume they're dead...

3 BEDS, 2.5 BATHS, VIEW OF NUCLEAR PLANT

This house, with its large lot and new cabinets, looks like it would be just fine... if it weren't for the giant exploding ball of plasma outside.

(I am intrigued by the photo below, but these people are practically my neighbors and I probably shouldn't say anything in case I run into them.)

WHEEEE ooooh kjjjjj BING BING BING BING

Shame on both of you -- you're certainly old enough to know better! That's it, no more going online without supervision. You can come down when you're willing to behave.

Take out the trash

Take out the garbage can. Just take it out. Out of self respect, just take out the garbage can.

P.S. The flyswatter isn't such a great touch, either.

An alien invasion, I think

Tentacles!


Tentacles everywhere!



(Thanks to Julia for the bottom two tentacles.)

HOW I SPENT MY SUMMER VACATION

HOW I SPENT MY SUMMER VACATION
by
The Chair

Here I am, on my way:


First stop: my aunt and uncle's house. We sat out back and talked (here we are with my cousin):



Next I went to visit my old college housemates:



I guess I we relived the old days a bit too well, because I woke up here:


One I'd recovered, I was off to explore the big city:


One thing I like about travel is getting to meet people who don't look like all the people back home, if you know what I mean:


They took me and my old housemates to a cool party in someone's basement -- wild times!


My old housemates were a bit freaked out, though. They're so uptight:


Finally, back home for a much-needed rest.

Another fleeing bathtub

Run, bathtub! Go join your friend!

Found by longboater and househunter dw, who is disturbed by the mortuary table in the basement:


Wimp.

Please don't fight

Oh, come on, chair. You know you and table were meant to be together. Whatever it was that happened -- can't you forgive and forget?

Squawk II

And in this room, we... what? Urr.

*brain explodes*

An old (very old) friend

April found this cabin for sale. Does it seem familiar? Why, yes! It's the same cabin as seen here, but with new, interior photos!

Special bendy house

Well, no wonder nobody wants to buy the house. It appears to violate the known laws of physics.

Excuse me, could you please scootch down... just a little... oh, never mind.

Watching commercials. In the middle of the day. On the floor. Sigh .

Aaaahhhhhhhh!

Aaaaaahhhhhh!

*pause for breath*

Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!

Suicide girls

No! Don't do it! Don't jump! You have so much to live for!

"City says stay out."

"Interior of home is currently NOT available for viewing. DO NOT ENTER," says the listing. And so we sneak up on it, through the bushes, camera-phone in hand...

Ow. Ow. Ow. Quit poking me!

"What's wrong with this house for it to have $150K knocked off it?" asks dw. "Is it the mossy roof? The ugly kitchen? Or is it the GIANT POINTER OF DOOM IN THE FRONT YARD???"

Butter? Parquet!

Found by dw, a longboater and househunter, who saw them in the Seattle PI: these excellent walls. I really do like how they look -- is that so wrong? But I am glad the homeowner stopped himself before he veneered the ceiling...

Major selling point: trash can lids.

Aw -- it looks just like my place.

(In my defense: we were having the floors redone in the bedrooms and living room, so everything from those rooms had to fit into the family room. That's why it looked like that. No, really. And we're going to move the stuff back out to where it belongs any day now.)

It's a golden housing-market

Half a million. HALF A MILLION! Half a million bucks they're asking, and they can't be bothered to flush?