And I thought I was a bad hostess

"Good size cemented side yards good for entertainment." Whee. I can hear the champagne bottles popping already.

Something for the weekend, sir?

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

It'll make moving easier!

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

Ink? No, "ink."

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."

My evil empire will start right here... after I'm done playing pool

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.)

Somebody stop me

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?

$365,000? (Yawns)

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