Snow on snow on snow

Unable to take any more of the bleak Finnish winter, the mini kitchen plugged itself in, scooted itself over to the sink, and prepared to throw itself in.

Bats in the belfry

Middle Way found this listing of misplaced things.

Plastic wrap on the bed!



Bricks in the bedroom!



A lawnmower in the kitchen!


My head on my desk.

There's not a minute to lose

Quick! He's gone! Get the house on the market now now now!

Found by Meg.

"i'll post better images soon."

Oh good. I was looking for a house where I could... make wontons?

This blog, as seen by Kanye West

... at least this is how he would see it if he were apartment-hunting in Belgium, like Valerie is.

Help! It's sinking!

Weighted down by the pink siding, the house slowly sank into the ground and was never seen again... at least not on the Earth's surface. If you're a hollow earther, well, have we got a bargain for you!

Parking by Officer Murphy

I used to know some guys who had at least 50 bicycles in their apartment. That was in a huge industrial loft, though, not a teeny condo. If I lived in a 566 square foot home, I think I would cut down on my bike collection. But I own more kitchen appliances than can fit on my counter, so who am I to judge?