Describing themselves as well-fed Landchads and their tenants as despicable Rentoids who waste their money on expensive coffee and Funko Pops, the supposed property owners who hang out in this forum trade stories of evicting single moms, neglecting repairs and the common prejudice they face (aka landphobia).

Young women of such birth, living in a quiet country-house, and attending a village church hardly larger than a parlor, naturally regarded frippery as the ambition of a huckster’s daughter.

The Americans. . . fear not the necessitudes of fortune.

Duretus writes a great praise of the Distill'd waters of those tails that hang on Willow Trees.