Sniff Sniff
“Probate subject to odor bid” (Apparently the fragrant corpse is still on the premises.)
“Good GRM and Cop rate” (It seems Dunkin’ Donuts is up for sale.)
“Bye while rats are good” (The only good rat is on a taxidermist’s shelf.)
“High patched ceilings” (Low tide in living room.)
Yeeew!
“Sprinkler on tim” (Perhaps someone should show Tim to a rest room.)
“Closet with custom shelling” (Proudly offered by the NRA.)
“Hear the buds singing” (See the bud being smoked in a VW bus…)
“Master is Luxxx” (I guess that explains the cameras and the disco ball.)
Someone Light a Match!
“Closet big enough for Liberace” (Uh, I thought he came out of the closet!
“For buyers who want perfectiom” (Somehow I doubt they come to you…)
“Wide life everywhere” (Welcome Walmart shoppers.)
“Seller will cover leeks” (Does he intend to throw his body over the soup?)
Did That Come Out Of You?
“Do not disturb tennis” (Yeah, no one wants to trip over someone’s balls.)
“Outstnding clit service” (Nope, not goin’ there!)
That’s it for this week, folks. Remember: Spell well and sell!
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