Ho hum, just taking photos for the listing:
And the other side...
Oh crap, someone's coming, quick, across the street, run!
Oh no, they're going into the house:
Well, maybe we can get a photo of the side:
Or the garage:
Eek! They saw us! Run, run, run!
Oh, good. I was looking for a house that came with... stuff. Like, a bike pump, great. Yeah, and a half-dead plant, perfect. And a... wagon? And a... basket?
Okay, not really. But there's one thing that isn't in the listing itself -- it's in the Google Street View of the house -- that I really do want.
Look!
A Pacer!
A real live Pacer!
As a former Pinto-owner, I say: hellooo, Pacer!
UPDATE: I'm wrong. It's not a Pacer. This house is useless.
This is here purely for the "huh?"ness of it. It appears to be a counter with a stovetop and sink -- okay, I've got that -- but then is there another counter coming straight out of the stovetop?
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.
Pink!
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Found by Paula. Pink!
Oh, my. The hair! The glasses! The minidress! The including of this photo at all! Anonymous, who found this listing, points out that "if you can't tell how old the photos are by her clothes, MO hasn't had the maroon license plate since 1996."
I have an urge to go watch Top Gun.
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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.)
