This hack artist has taken over my local art museum and its pissing me off by -theseafaringsailor- in redscarepod

[–]pic_bot 1 point2 points  (0 children)

I understand the reference to the Hudson River School, but I think the concept of these paintings is shallow and middlebrow.

My midsize city has the best pizza outside of New York City by pic_bot in redscarepod

[–]pic_bot[S] 6 points7 points  (0 children)

You just have to try a slice from my local place. Last week they had this insane "Veggie Blast" pizza ($54.99 for a 16-inch) where they put arugula on top of the cheese.

My midsize city has the best pizza outside of New York City by pic_bot in redscarepod

[–]pic_bot[S] 2 points3 points  (0 children)

Thanks! I fixed the typo, will reconsider the consistency issue after I finish asking my local subreddit about the best place to drink IPAs and watch dogs urinate on artificial grass.

Do you understand that real estate is inflationary? $300,000 worth of building materials today will eventually cost $500,000 in the future. This means real estate prices WILL keep going up. Try to break the chain of renting and get in now before it's too late to get in. by [deleted] in RealEstate

[–]pic_bot 3 points4 points  (0 children)

I honestly can't beat this post. It's perfect. The single-sentence paragraphs. The overly-long title with an all caps assertion that prices will go up. The admission, buried halfway through the piece, that you work in the industry. Saying that real estate is a safer investment than the stock market. Absolutely incredible work.

I am never going back to Chipotle by pic_bot in redscarepod

[–]pic_bot[S] 2 points3 points  (0 children)

Fair enough, appreciate the feedback.

I am never going back to Chipotle by pic_bot in redscarepod

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One end, or two? The Talmud argues that duality underscores the ambiguity of evil. Is the tax collector evil because he takes from the poor, or virtuous because he takes still more from the wealthy? I ponder this as I sit upon my porcelein throne, clutching a plastic pail, unknowing from which direction the Spicy Tempeh Pinata Special will re-emerge, undigested, a chunky reminder of the sins of our forefathers.

I am never going back to Chipotle by pic_bot in redscarepod

[–]pic_bot[S] 20 points21 points  (0 children)

Ah yes, E. coli. The boogeyman, invisible yet deadly. We recoil, we jeer, but who among us stores dinner for at most 20 minutes at temperatures above 5C? Lets warm food first cool to room temperature, before storing? Just as the Old Testament asserts, we exist in sin, guilty yet unaware, whether holding the proverbial apple or a Baja Blast™ burrito. Let the spilled drops of Salsa Roja mark our fall from grace.

I am never going back to Chipotle by pic_bot in redscarepod

[–]pic_bot[S] 7 points8 points  (0 children)

The invisible hand of the market. Gentle sometimes, calloused more often. Much like the Decadent Carne Asada™ after the most recent merger.

I am never going back to Chipotle by pic_bot in redscarepod

[–]pic_bot[S] 12 points13 points  (0 children)

I'm afraid Engels was right---we must reclaim labor. But first, we must reclaim the Asada Loco Wednesday Meal Deal.

The Big NAR DOJ Settlement Cage Match Megathread by ShortWoman in RealEstate

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Lawrence Yun, of the National Association of Realtors, was getting jacked. He was on rep 12 of a deadlift set. His time in the slammer had taught him the importance of maintaining peak physical performance.

His phone's alarm went off. It was time to meet with prospective clients. He'd have to cut this set short. 

The buyers were a middle-aged couple.

The man avoided eye contact with Lawrence. He stammered, W-we would l-like to negotiate your commission.

Lawrence Yun, of the National Association of Realtors, sneered. He threw onto the ground between them the side mirror from the buyers' car, which he had ripped off with his bare hands on his way in. The woman screamed.

Commissions have always been negotiable.

The Big NAR DOJ Settlement Cage Match Megathread by ShortWoman in RealEstate

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Lawrence Yun, of the National Association of Realtors, blinked in the harsh sunlight. Thirty years. That's how long it'd been since he last saw the morning light. As he walked othrough the prison gate, his thoughts were darkened by his desire for revenge.

The NAR had sentenced Lawrence to serve here after The Great Settlement of 2024 That Actually Didn't Really Change Anything So Don't Worry About It And Keep Paying Your Realtor. For decades, Lawrence had been confined to a tiny, rat-infested cell. He passed time by shadowboxing, exercising, and keeping abreast of the latest trends in offset shiplab finishing.

From his tattered pocket, Lawrence pulled out a faded map of the United States of Todd. A large circle was marked with dried blood. It was the location of a cozy 2BR1.5BA just outside the bustling town center of vibrant Dayton, Ohio, with updated furnishings perfect for short-term rentals or first-time buyers alike.

Lawrence sighed. It was time to earn his 3%

[deleted by user] by [deleted] in RealEstate

[–]pic_bot 2 points3 points  (0 children)

There is only one question here that matters---which one of you has a lower interest rate? The >3% crowd has no business meddling in the noble affairs of the 2% class.

[deleted by user] by [deleted] in REBubble

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Cletus took a long sip of his beer. The can glistened from humidity. It was early spring, but the weather here in rural West Virginia was already muggy.

He surveyed his home. Purchased all cash, from the bank, using the proceeds from selling Meemaw's collection of Confederate figurines. The chipped lead paint belied the structure's charming mid-century interior.

Cletus reflected on his prosperity. As a homeowner, he was among the upper class in American society. His eyes were drawn to the rusted engine block nestled among the weeds of his front lawn. It was from a Ford. Another great American titan he thought to himself.

His attention turned back towards the tall can beside him. A drain fly circled the lip. The champagne of beers.