“Talk to me, Chair! Can’t we work this through?” cried the plastic tub. But no. Chair had seen too much — my God, the things the tub would hold! — to continue.
The house was put up for sale; Chair and the tub went their separate ways.
(Tragic listing found by samahs.)
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Yay, BlurryVision!
I’m bemused by the TWO HOA dues listed. Wuzzup with that?
I think that’s a blow up matress.
“Just leave me alone” The chair said to the mattress “All you ever do is blow hot air, I want a divorce!”
Is anyone else curious about why a TWO bedroom condo needs THREE bathrooms? Uhhhh… incontinence?
When I saw this, I thought something had gotten on my contact. Then after some eye rubbing, I realized the picture is really blurry like that. Huh.
Oh, I think you’re right, Mallory. Well… tonight, the role of Tub will be played by Air Mattress.
What is that at the edge of the first bathroom picture? An extra sink? Oh, that’s gotta be it. Three bathrooms isn’t quite enough, even if one of them is fire engine red. And could could somebody pleeeeease close the toilet lids!
Those narrow hallways and stairs… Claustrophobic!!!
Nice kitchen, though.
ooooh… Look! A falling star! Let’s make a wish.
T
Funny to see what qualifies as “resort living” in CA…
Add someone lonely on the mattress and you’ve got an Edward Hopper painting.
Well, almost…