In this week's Declassified: a pet owner seeks a place to live, and a dental chair owner seeks a buyer.
Leaving aside any doubts as to whether pigs are actually all that clean or all that litter trainable, this much is definitely true: Otis is unbelievably cute. Right there, in that picture, he’s sleeping in a sunbeam! Can it really be that there’s not one landlord in Toronto willing to take a chance on this guy? If only for occasional pig access?
“Dear patent office. I’ve invented a new profession, in which people—often women—exchange sexual favours for monetary rewards. Please forward all royalty cheques directly to me.”
Here you go. Craigslist works.
Usually it takes at least one date to figure out whether a person is insane and/or using you to solve an immigration problem.
Do people really fetishize having their teeth poked at with needles by people in scrubs? Or maybe they fantasize about groping someone who’s conked out on nitrous oxide. Either way, add this to your growing pile of disturbing, internet-enabled knowledge of the secret desires of strangers.