(Edit: Modesty Chair inserted to protect the innocent. Click on the photo above to see all the glory.)
These aren’t from my house, I promise, but I swear, if my kids complain ONE MORE TIME about the dinner that I made for them, I am going to GO OFF THE DEEP END AND I’M TAKING THE HOUSE WITH ME. I can just picture some poor Minnesotan housewife at the sink, scrubbing the dishes after serving hotdish that she slaved over and once again nobody said “thank you” or carried their plates to the counter or appreciated her in any way and so she reached down to the spray paint she’d originally bought to touch up the rust spots on the patio furniture and clinka-clinka-clinka PSSSSSTTTTTTTTT RUN KIDS RUN MAMA’S GOT THE SPRAY PAINT RUN
Found by: Gabe
Loveliest comment, by Quark: I get the impresssion that there is a turf-war going on in that house … and it’s not with what cutlery and pans go in which drawers.
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Someone mixed the Viagra, Redbull, and Xanax then suddenly had the urge to capture the result by airbrushing a mural of it!
You won’t be surprised to learn that I found this comment in the spam file…
How many pics did they take that they -absolutely- had to include one of the flying penis?? For crying out loud.
I hate to think what got thrown down the toilets in this house.
Okay, but isn’t the point of tagging to be seen? Who will see your flying penis graffito inside? Hullo!
Conversely, if you’re inside and away from the prying eyes of patrolling police, couldn’t you do a full-on mural? Then maybe the realtor could pass it off a deliberate, rather tha vandalism.
I’m thinking an homage to the creepy mural in Candyman.
This house screams, “We didn’t want to live in dorms anymore, the rent was cheap, and the landlord never stopped by…PPAAARRRRTTAAYYY!!!”
Either that or “Go ahead, foreclose on us, we’ll make sure nobody wants to buy this house!”
At the other end of that spectrum is my college-student brother’s landlord. He stops by once a month and makes random, crazy demands. Recently he left a note posted in the kitchen, asking the residents to make sure they were not clipping their toenails in the living room, for his “peace of mind.”
THANK YOU for calling it “hotdish”, as everyone should know that a casserole made by a native Minnesotan–regardless of where that Minnesotan now lives–is NOT a casserole. You make the hotdish in a casserole pan, but it ain’t casserole.
Bless you!
I also heap Minnesotan blessings on you! You get extra tater-tots with your helping of hot-dish for that!
My friend from England calls it “hotpot” and looked at me like I was crazy when I called it a casserole. I stood and now stand corrected.
I’ve been searching for a good English word for “laatikko”. “Casserole” just doesn’t quite seem right. Maybe “hotdish” is the word I’m looking for.
Whoa!! Paging Modesty Chair! Modesty Chair to Minnesota, stat!
Whoops! Sorry, sorry…
Whew! Thank you, Sara. I hope chair wasn’t too disgruntled at being whisked away from his fabulous (and sometimes slightly sordid) life to pull guard duty.
I think right now, the Vatican would be quite impressed to see that one, especially with wings!
I think you should have left it the way it was. It was tastefully done* and spoke to me as a metaphorical homage to the state of the housing industry. Don’t censure my visual poetry and sully the role Chair has attained in the hierarchical niche I have carved out for him!
*this is not necessarily true
Personally, I enjoy seeing Chair anytime he shows up!
Speaking of, are we sure Chair is a “he?”
I’ve never taken a stand on the issue.
Clearly, it’s a selling feature. What housewife doesn’t want a flying penis? Especially one with so much, er, love… to give.
The flying penis was actually the official city graffito of Pompeii. Seriously. And people are still flocking to see it now, a couple dozen centuries later, so never underestimate the power of the flying penis!
I think that first picture needs a modesty chair!
I don’t know what you mean. That’s a flying candle.
It may have sold. It was a bank-owned property, and the selling price looked pretty decent. It’s definitely flip material.
Modesty chair. Why does that always make me laugh out loud?
Knitted chair covers?
Is this a crack house? Always wondered what the inside of one might look like.
crackshackormansion.com No inside views though…
Meh. You’ve seen one flying penis, you’ve seen them all.
Now that’s what I call I nice wallpaper. I can even imagine people, who’d like to buy this and keep it the way it is.
“Smiley 2Dope”? I smell a Juggalo.
haha… that’s my area code… who the [redacted -- LL] is smiley?
Housewife obviously had a big fight with hubby, ugly words were exchanged and he left for work without resolving the disagreement. He’s a pilot with [deleted] Air and that’s a personality comment.
I grew up in St. Paul, and this is about 2 – 3 blocks from where my dad grew up. It is in the area known as Frogtown, which is a “rough” area. Not surprising to see graffiti on the walls of a house in that area. What dows surprise me is the “artwork” on the kitchen wall.
I get the impresssion that there is a turf-war going on in that house … and it’s not with what cutlery and pans go in which drawers.
Those are some kids who are either creative or very bad…either way, they wasted a good wall.
Clearly a lighthouse perched upon a small rocky island amidst a stormy surf.