Poor Fluffy. I still remember that day, when he got caught in the Great Molasses Spill of 2009. The oil drum ruptured and syrup covered the land as far as the eye could see, ever-so-slowly carrying Fluffy away over the cliff.
Fluffy was a good... um... cat? dog? dat? cog? Anyway, we'll all miss him.
Monica found Chair either dead or passed out drunk. Is it time for an intervention? We could trick Chair into going to the local garden supply store...
"Come with me, Treadmill!" said Chair. "We were meant to be together. Just spin, spin, spin your belt and roll out the door! Green pastures are waiting for us. Come, Treadmill, my darling, come!"
(Found by Tami.)
(This blog makes less and less sense with every passing day.)
What's this Emil found? Why, it's Sweden! A map is helpfully included in the listing, for all the people who are considering buying Sweden but don't know what the country actually looks like:
Isn't that helpful?
But I'm a bit confused. I've spent a lot of time in that part of the world, and I'm pretty certain that's Latvia, not Cafe. Maybe things have changed since I was last there. It's probably some new EU regulation. But anyway. Act now and we'll throw in one bonus Puget Sound!
From cedric-from-belgium, it's It's Lovely's first (as far as I recall) Not Safe For Work listing! I've added a modesty Chair to the photo, but clicking on the listing link will reveal far, far more than one expects to be revealed in a real estate listing -- at least more than I expect, with my uptight American ways.
