Mary the Nebraska Realtor found this house. The listing is one of those "slowly growing dread" ones. It starts out with a cute-as-a-button bungalow, then the interiors become more and more trashed, and finally we end up in the basement where -- if I'm seeing this correctly -- a bulging Hellmouth is about to open and bring forth the end of the world. Tra la la.
Yes. This is exactly the home situation I want to move in to. Thank you. And look, here I am driving my car, about to smash right into the house. Hope that's okay!
From this photo, we learn that a) the tap water tastes band, and b) they have a fly infestation. So the real estate agent posted this because... I don't know why.
Bzzzzz.... rock it right.
As soon as I saw this photo, I imagined the picture (embroidery?) on the wall singing "Hello, Dolly," and now I can't get that image out of my mind. The listing, intriguingly, says "IMPORTANT-SEE PRIVATE REMARKS" -- I wonder if it has anything to do with that?
Is that a light under the sink, so you can really see the crud? Why is there a cord going into the sink? Do you feel like buying the house after seeing this photo? Yes, I know you do.
If you're going to have only one interior photo in your listing, as in this one Roy found, you might as well try to cram as much as possible into it. Quick! The fireplace! The wallhangings! Grab the sofa! Houseplants, where are the houseplants, there they are... the stroller! Is there room for the high chair? More chairs, lots of chairs! What else? The baby, toss the baby in, toss the baby!
If you were going to use Photoshop's stamper tool to fill in a front yard, wouldn't you do something a little nicer than "dead grass, dead grass, dead grass"? (And what the heck, make the house pretty while you're at it, too.)
Found by Frederick.
