on photo 9 out of 11, is that a very forlorn looking chair I see? or perhaps a sulking teenage chair that doesnt want to move? Perhaps a stalking serial killer chair?
You know, that table is such an effective parody of itself that not much could be said that is funnier than the actual table. I center myself and go to my funny comment place and all that I get is an image of that table. Silly.
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March 25, 2009 at 8:40 PM
Anonymous said...
That chair in 9 of 11 is the grandmother chair, looking from the other end of the apartment, aghast at the coffee table passed out, sitting in a pool of her own... well something.
I listened to my heart when looking at this listing. My heart was strangely made very angry by the way they've placed their cushions on their sofa, with all four on one side.
I've lurked for a couple of months now, and you finally got me to COMMENT with this one. Hilarious listing, but even hilarious-er commentary by you. (Yes, "hilarious-er" is a word. Because I said so.)
I'm going to see that table in my nightmares. How can they live with that thing? It's like a charred corpse in your living room EVERY DAY.
April 1, 2009 at 6:37 PM
[Image] Even the coffee tables are filled with ennui in this apartment found by Kelly, but don't let that stop you from living here. After all, as the listing says, "sometimes it takes a while to recognise a good thing when we see it. But when we do it imprisons our hearts. Why wouldn't you listen to your heart? The midwife listened to your heart when you were inside and it gave peace of mind to your parents... So do tell why you won't listen to your own heart? This unit is low maintenance, secure with a very good management system, it's easily accessible and it's at number thirty eight bar forty two Holly Street."
Included: fridge, oven, microwave. Not included: coherence, segues.
"Oh, the pain of my catharsis"
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Please tell me Atlas' younger brother is not included. Please?
March 25, 2009 at 6:41 AM
I wonder what the agent was smoking when typing up that listing. It's a far cry from the standard "3BR/2BA, cul-de-sac, appliances included" bit.
March 25, 2009 at 8:14 AM
Love the view through the fence of the "cemetery bar golf course" from the sliding glass doors.
March 25, 2009 at 8:36 AM
Don't be sad, Table! Maybe you'll like the new tenants just as much!
March 25, 2009 at 11:31 AM
Is the agent gary busey?
March 25, 2009 at 1:02 PM
I was visiting an address very close to this only two days ago... and it seems such a normal suburb too!
March 25, 2009 at 2:24 PM
on photo 9 out of 11, is that a very forlorn looking chair I see? or perhaps a sulking teenage chair that doesnt want to move? Perhaps a stalking serial killer chair?
March 25, 2009 at 4:33 PM
oh oh and I can't help it... "Atlas Slouched"
March 25, 2009 at 4:33 PM
You know, that table is such an effective parody of itself that not much could be said that is funnier than the actual table. I center myself and go to my funny comment place and all that I get is an image of that table. Silly.
March 25, 2009 at 5:22 PM
This listing shown by the Rand & Kierkegaard Agency. If interested in an area closer to the abyss, please ask to speak with Friedrich.
March 25, 2009 at 8:40 PM
That chair in 9 of 11 is the grandmother chair, looking from the other end of the apartment, aghast at the coffee table passed out, sitting in a pool of her own... well something.
March 25, 2009 at 10:52 PM
I listened to my heart when looking at this listing. My heart was strangely made very angry by the way they've placed their cushions on their sofa, with all four on one side.
My heart must like symmetry.
March 25, 2009 at 11:46 PM
Don't cry Emo Table.
March 26, 2009 at 4:08 AM
I've lurked for a couple of months now, and you finally got me to COMMENT with this one. Hilarious listing, but even hilarious-er commentary by you. (Yes, "hilarious-er" is a word. Because I said so.)
March 26, 2009 at 6:21 PM
I'm going to see that table in my nightmares. How can they live with that thing? It's like a charred corpse in your living room EVERY DAY.
April 1, 2009 at 6:37 PM