The Talking House


If you’re like me, you don’t drive by talking houses everyday. So when I saw this sign, I pulled over and tuned into AM1610 to find out what the house had to say.

As it turns out, 1511 N. Mohawk has a deep voice (probably on account of its brick frame) and cracks dumb jokes about how he’d love to see a couple of lesbians move in.

Oh – wait. No. That would have been a really great sales pitch. Instead, a realtor talks on and on about the cathedral this and granite that. He doesn’t even pretend to be a house.

Don’t these guys know anything about marketing?

4 Comments so far

  1. Brian Beatty (unregistered) on February 25th, 2005 @ 5:08 pm

    My neigboors have a talking house too.

  2. Alana Waters (unregistered) on February 26th, 2005 @ 9:19 am

    Eh, my neighbor’s house? Not so much with the talking. More bass-thumping sounds, crashing beer bottles into the dumpster behind my place at 4am, and occasional regurgitation of pissed-off one night stand chicks.

  3. tom (unregistered) on February 26th, 2005 @ 12:17 pm

    oh. yeah. sorry about that.

  4. Alana Waters (unregistered) on March 1st, 2005 @ 10:03 pm

    Hey Tom, while you’re trying to earn my neighborly forgiveness, do you think you could get your drunk buddies to stop pissing on the back wall of my house?

    Gracias! :)

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