Something for the weekend, sir?

That's it. I can't take any more listings today. The world is just too weird.

That's it. I can't take any more listings today. The world is just too weird.

It comes with a shopping cart? Great! That's just the look I'm going for. Thanks!

Fed up with all the vandalism and spray paint -- sorry, "ink" -- the sofa went out to hail a cab.
Found by Matthew. Or maybe "Matthew."

Yes, yes, I'm cheating. This isn't from a listing; it's from a press release announcing a listing. Sorry, but I don't think the actual listing is on-line. But this is my blog! I'm the only person here! I can do whatever I like! Just like you could, if you lived in a secret lair under London.
(Found on Metafilter.)

Why am I putting up this photo that Bill found? Dang, that's gross. Tell you what. I'll just shrink it waaayyyy down...
Ah. That's better. I wonder why the real estate agent didn't think of that?

Yeah, I know just how you feel. I can't be bothered to open the door for a penny under $400,000.

Jesse, who found this, thinks they couldn't afford curtains but had a spare pile o' bricks. I think they built a not-up-to-code addition and accidentally covered up a window. (Don't ask me how I know about these things, but I'll give you a hint: I see a window a lot like this every morning when I take a shower.)