From the looks of things, this place has been on the market as long as Rip Van Winkle lazed around growing a nap-beard.
I would so buy a house from someone named after my favorite snack food.
You have to appeal to all demographics in order to sell in this economy.
The owner is so optimistic! The garden just wants to be left alone. They have enough friends, thanks.
Man if I were a cat I'd be stoked to rent a pile of scrap wood!
Keep it on Facebook, kids!
So you want me to take your little deck far away? Is that what this means?
My dog learned to read and has been trying to poop in that yard for weeks. This explains his love for my old KISS records.