Oh, God. What did I do last night? Why am I waking up on this floor? Is that pizza in my hair? Whose idea was it to drink Singapore Slings? Well, there's nothing for it but to unstick my forehead from the floor, find a cup of coffee, and put the house up for sale.
For whatever reason, this real estate agent has decided that only one photo is needed in this listing Danielle found. Just one. So, to really sell the house, to show the potential in this fixer, she went with... this?
The rest of the house must be a little messy or something, and not worth taking photos of.
You grab the burgers, I'll fire up the grill! "Tenant has access to a shared outdoor/patio area," and I'm taking every advantage of that party spot!
(Found by Amy, who's in charge of setting up the luau.)
Leave the house alone, you leeches! Even the pinkest of buildings should be able to go about its business in peace. Don't you have your own house you can go take photos of?
(This invasion of privacy was found by househunter Casie.)
Why not bring the charming atmosphere of a strip bar into your home, as in this listing Seth found? There's no need to stop with the pole, future owner of this "hip, modern" townhouse. Don't forget to pack your $20 Long Island Ice Tea, your curiously sticky floor, a few surgically deformed women who can barely disguise their loathing of you, and an overwhelming, suicide-inducing sense of ennui! See you at the housewarming!
"...needs work, roof, carpet, paint, etc, deck is rotten..." So, other than the roof and the deck -- which leaves what, exactly, when you have a wall-free house? -- it's in great shape.
(I'm cheating a little, because I doubt it's possible to take a better photo of this house, but I'm so amused by the idea of a dome in Fife that I'm putting it up anyway.)
