When I think "Would I like to live in this house?" My first consideration is "Does it come with a man in shorts carrying a dog with glowing eyes?"
Hmmm. Maybe. But can you toss in a second dog with glowing eyes? Perhaps one that will block the way to the bathroom?
You can? Excellent! Sign me up.
Found by Mary the Nebraska Realtor.
So Tommy Lee has a Starbucks in his basement. So what? Check out this house Emma found -- buy it, and you can have your very own Orange Julius!
Well, sure, this garage is kind of a mess. But messy garages aren't that uncommon, so... Wait.
It's not the garage.
It's the kitchen.
Um... anyway, can I fix you a sandwich?
"Hey, Pinky."
"Hi, Mauve. What's on?"
"Oh, just the plants. As usual. Want to watch with me?"
"Sure."
(Contented silence for the next three hours.)
Look. You shove the dresser out of the way, take the photo, shove the dresser back. That way nobody notices that the bedroom is the size of a Vanagon. Easy!
Found by Carolina.
I believe the owner of this house hates sinks. Really hates sinks. Dumb sinks, with all their drains and their water and... and... yeah. Sinks! Take that! Who's all wet now, huh?
Although actually, the bottom one looks more joyful than revengeful. Like someone was unpacking and going "the sink goes THERE!" and tossing it into the corner. Whee!
(P.S. I'm having some computer problems -- ones involving flames and smoke and such -- so please don't take it personally if I'm slow to reply to e-mails the next few days.)
