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October 24, 2006
Something Stinks in Norway
The smell of home ...
and a court of law ...
14 years ago
Duty of disclosure issues are always a bit tricky. The general rule of thumb is that the seller has a positive duty to disclose problems fundamental to the house -- cracked foundation, leaky roof, that sort of thing. Anything beyond that can't be concealed, but when asked about, have to be disclosed. This is where a lot of disputes come up, as a question like "is there anything else I should know?" won't likely trigger that positive duty to disclose, but something like "are there any problems with the nieghbours?" probably will. That being said, there are some things that are taken to be disclosed automatically. That the house has aboveground hydro wires is automatic notice of a hydro easement, or the same thing for phone lines. The seller's lawyer is probably aiming for that sort of defence, when he said that the shit pile was visible from next door. It may be visible, and if the stink is as bad as she says it is, the stink would have been noticed on her inspections of the house. That she didn't ask about it probably means that she'll be, uh, shit outta luck.
(Real Estate law as applied to Ontario, YMMV, informational purposes only, consult a lawyer for specifics as to your situation.)
Louis, you've been hanging around lawyers again. I could barely understand most of that. Here, drink this.
There is a right way and a wrong way to eliminate waste in
The lady alleges that all she was told about the neighbour was that he was 'a bit special'. Hnf.
Matters appear to have gone from bladder to worse in Kristiansand,
Bucket of cold water over the fence would have helped.
If I had my chance, I'd piss in *all* of your gardens. /sinister
From tick's article:
"It is a human right not to have to sit down like a girl," Kleppe said.
I have nothing to add.
'tis a piddling matter,
Please do not poo standing up. In my yard, anyway.
It would seem they don't have anything like a Board of Health in jolly Kristiansand.
advise how to celebrate impecuniosity there -
If it is raining heavily and no other sleeping possibilities are available, how about spending the night in a World War II bunker ... it can be cold, moisterous and wet down there
If that bastard pissed in my yard, I'd break his dick off.
Or maybe just file a lawsuit arguing that he's perpetuating a biohazard on my property, and seek damages that far exceed his assets.
Then I'd break his dick off.
In Norway where the herring are so playful, And truckers frolic naked through the fjords, In a grubby little bistro I saw Otto; He was bothering the waiter with a board. I greeted him with kisses and a Moon-Pie. I said, "Where have you been for all these years?" He pelted me with sausages and chickpeas, And anointed me with half a pint of beer. "I've been to where the savages are savage," Said Otto with a kidney-chilling sneer. "I've been where danger lurks 'round every corner." I said, "That sounds an awful lot like
." He rubbed some salt and pepper in his mustache, And secreted the shakers in his purse. I asked him if his sore was any better. Mistake! He stripped and showed me. (It was worse.) The waiter then arrived with Otto's entrée, While keeping out of reach of boards and such. Thus stymied, Otto yanked upon the carpet, Which sent the fellow flying off his crutch. Otto then began to eat his dinner, Which consisted of the entrails of a duck, Some mud, a bunch of celery, seven crackers, A waffle, and a deep-fried hockey puck. I told him of the times I'd had in Norway - My marriage to a shaggy mountain elk - But somehow I don't think that he was list'ning. He kept on humming tunes by Lawrence Welk. He rose to leave. We said good-bye in silence, And Otto filled his hand with purple pills. He downed them with the last of my espresso, And, true to form, he stiffed me with the bill. I parted ways with Otto up in Norway, And God knows when we'll ever meet again! Yes, Otto, may be stupid and disgusting, But face it: so am I, and he's my friend.
Public records in Kristiansand also reveal requests by all of the [neighbours], as late as the summer of 2005, for the township to intervene by enforcing anti-pollution laws. City officials did launch a forced clean-up of the property in the fall of 2004, but it didn't last long.
Whatever sort of laws and enforcement may exist locally, it doesn't seem to be very effective.
I seriously thought we had a lutefisk thread here for a moment. *pines for lutefisk*
Wow, I was gonna post a tagline, but TUM's kickassiosity makes me not wanna now.
MonkeyFilter: cold, moisterous and wet
"Moisterous" is my new favorite word. It implies not only moisture but boisterousness.
Someone phone up this neighbor and tell him that urine day was last week.
*Jots down "lunch with TUM" on life's to-do list*
*inserts obligatory "taking the piss" joke*
What's with that Petter Andreas Poppe? By that photo, he looks to be nearly 8 feet tall and ready to smack his head on the ceiling.
do they sell Head-On in Norway?
Article says Poppe's a celebrity real estate broker. I think I like Norway - a country where a real estate broker is a celebrity is not to be trifled with.
? Surely he will have some enlightening remarks for us.
Wow, my real estate broker here in the states is Scandinavian as well. Could he be another celeb...here in my own midst? Wow!