"Dinning table $200." If someone else is selling dinning chairs, I'll have a complete set!
I admire the derring-do of someone who COULD just throw out that two-dollar tealight holder, but instead goes to the trouble of placing an ad and shilling it for fifty cents. That's four bits, dude! Four bits can still buy you some candy!
With all those exclamation points, that must be one hell of a sofa bed.
"Furniture - $800." Hey! I need furniture! This is the ad for me!
I see the words "DON CHERRY BUBBA KEG LAMP!!" I see the words "VERY COOL!" I just never thought I'd see them together.
Thinking about all these used mattresses makes me uncomfortable.
I get that everyone has to deal with a vomitously ugly sofa at some point in their lives. Your parents give it to you for your first apartment, or you inherit it from a previous tenant or a former roommate or whatever. You live with it. You move on. You try to fob it off on some other poor sucker. I can accept that. What I can't accept is that, at some point, someone at the beginning of the consumer food chain actually paid full retail for it.
Someone somewhere is patting himself on the back and saying, "I KNEW if I waited long enough, a six-piece pink leather sectional would come along."