This photo looks eh, but not so awful. Some little shack in the woods, right? A hunting camp, maybe? Or... a $875,000 house? You be the judge. (By "you" I mean "real estate agent," because actually you don't get a say in the matter.)
Um... miss? Excuse me, miss? We're trying to take a photo here, if you could just... Crap, she's totally ignoring me. Is she drunk?
(Found by Angela.)
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.
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.
Quick! He's gone! Get the house on the market now now now!
Found by Meg.
