Real Dogs and Killer Frogs

February 11, 2008 by
Filed under: Bushwick 

As I indicated in the previous post, the husband and I decided the luxury two family homes at Gates and Wilson Avenue were simply not for us. Being the fineass dog shit queen I am, mere Fedders boxes will simply not do: they must be Friedrich. Or— as I learned shortly thereafter, I should quit quibbling about boxes altogether and just move into one.

Storage container front

This one. Unlike its counterpart down the street, this palatial estate is appointed with a number of thoughtful little extras that make a house a home.

Killer Frog

It has a knife wielding frog…

Stereo System

and a phat stereo system protected by razor wire and the Virgin Mary. But what’s the point of savoring some thumping beats on a brisk February afternoon if you don’t have a place to rest your weary bones and relax, you ask? Say no more!

Potty Chair

It even comes with its own potty chair! Not only can you kick it octogenarian style, but when nature calls you can put her on hold. Indefinitely. Fuck Fresh Direct refrigerators and concierges— both are overrated anyway— THIS is what I call added value!

Miss Heather


One Comment on Real Dogs and Killer Frogs

  1. rowan on Mon, 11th Feb 2008 1:12 pm
  2. mr. toad from wind in the willows gone bad. where do you FIND these places? most amusing.

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