Luxury!

All thiiiissss... could be youuuuurrrrsssss....


(Found by Elizabeth.)

Trial Version!

This happy crew was found by Mr. Zarquon. I think it's sweet that the three women haven't shunned the conjoined twins in the middle.

Suck it in just a little further, buddy...

Peek-a-boo! I see you! You should learn how to crop photos, too!

To be fair: he is hiding behind the cupboard. To be even more fair: he's hiding on the wrong frikkin' side of the cupboard.


(Found by Tim.)

The Citgo sign is just out of the frame

So that's what's on the other side of the Green Monster. I think they make David Ortiz go there when they can't take his spitting one... minute... longer.

Humanity won't be happy until the last interior decorator...

I'm not much of a class warrior, for the good reason that I'm firmly middle class and wouldn't know who to go to war against, or what my agenda should be: jogging strollers for all? Give us Costco executive membership or give us death? Don't tread on me, please?

But when I see a listing like this one, found by MidC Frank, I think it might be time for a little adjustment in our economic system. If you're going to spend ten million clams and do this... well, maybe you'd be happier out here in suburbia with me.


(Also found by Cara, who saw it on blog.deleteyourself.com, but I'd already written this entry so Cara just gets the small letters. And then Melanie sent me it. You see a big nekkid lady, you think of me. Hurray! No, really, hurray. Thanks to all three of you. I couldn't do this without the e-mails I get.)

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.