Built during the bricklayers' strike of 1918

Oh, I don't know. Just put some bricks there. No, like that. That! OK, now put some.... I don't know.... there. Or there, whatever, I don't care, just slap the bricks together and let's call it a day.

This is Allston, not LA

Aww, Elizabeth found a listing in Allston, my old home. I appreciate the honesty. The real estate agent could've had the kitchen as the main photo, or an exterior, or really pretty much anything, but he went with the graffittied garage. Start planning your keggers now! Tell the rugby team the party's at your place!

P.S. I actually lived in Lower Allston, which is entirely different.

It's the mud creature!

Go, stroller, go! The mud creature's nearly got you! Roll as fast as your little wheels can carry you!

The mud and the blood and the beer and the "for sale" sign

Allison found this evidence of a bar brawl. Save valuable family time! Buy a house with the fight already in progress!

This Listing: Now with More White Power!

To go with yesterday's gun-toting Canadians, we have this intriguing bit of artwork in a listing. Is that a superior race swastika or a transgressive artistic statement swastika? Which would be more annoying to live with, neo-Nazis or art students?


(Listing and title by Marc. Thanks to the Longboat, too.)

"Serene small town living"

Jess found this listing. Ah, so wholesome: just two people out in the gazebo. Two people enjoying a summer day... two people armed with guns, aiming out at the neighbors (or neighbours, since they're Canadian).

Really. That's what I see. Am I wrong? And if I'm right, is that Hurley? If I'm wrong, then what are they doing -- shooting lost explorers with blow darts?

You should see how much the steering wheel costs

Yours for just $18,000: this three bed, one bath side-view mirror!

(Found by needled. Row!)