BURKE LAUDERDALE // ART DIRECTOR
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// THE LISTSERV //

When my wife and I moved to North Carolina we joined all the neighborhood listservs to help us find a home. And the emails coming in were pretty funny — so we black out the sensitive information and post them to Instagram.

Sorry, not in the market for a deconstructed princess.
Just thinkin, you could hoop for a few mins, Anna.
I guess you could say it baled out.
Some of y’all are up at 6:48am naming ditches and it shows.
Saying it’s that time of year does not make it that time of year, Grace.
Lucia, you’ve inhaled way too much hairspray.
I’m gonna go with exactly like a white chicken, Michelle.
Y’all about to get together and slam into some ice?
You wild for this one, Dan.
Probably were.
Yeah, sure. Be right over to finish up your beaded cross-stitch.
Would have been faster to say 1993 is on your curb.
Sorry Jo, was looking for a few more. Maybe next time.
I think we all know who has bashed their head against some granite here.
Literally no one can do this, David.
You can’t just casually mention a puppet.
Just dedicated.
Yes officer, I’d also like to report a stolen soul.
One of these is not like the other, Martha. Most thanks.
Fat chunks are not a curb alert.