best of craigslist.

My dad used to tell me as a kid that San Francisco was a land of weirdos. I always believed him, and I like weirdos, that's why I moved here. A fabulous example is looking for housing on Craigslist.

Offering a room to rent: a Brit punter who says "I'm not kidding, I smoke everywhere. At all times and in all places. There are ashtrays everywhere. Non-smokers who claim they don't mind are kidding themselves."

Maybe you'd like a studio in "in a good part of the Tenderloin. What I mean by that is no homeless, drug dealers, or prostitutes hang around or visiting the building. Most of those types of people walk by the building and continue further down O'Farrell St. towards Jones St."

How about camping in someone's backyard, or living in their closet?

Or the people who don't show up to show their own appointments they make to show the place, or who talk about their exes in their ads, or who have a distinctive personal ad flavor to their posting: "female preferred, low rent, I like outdoor sports and wine by the fire. I'm attentive and witty," and EW. GROSS.

Ugh. Anyone? Anyone? A place for me and a dog? I come with excellent references and mad cooking skillz.