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Oddly, the real estate agent was never seen again.
Found By: Scott and Brandi
Tenso explanation here for those who aren’t up on their year-old Brazilian Interweb references.
Loveliest comment, by JMixx: Despite its name, “Boxer” will not help you pack for moving day.
…and fish. And a vacuum cleaner. And a green bucket. It’s all I need for a good time. Yeah!
Found By: Lindst
“Artists beware: your imagination could very well run wild,” says this real estate agent. And look, here’s cute lil’ Imagination right now, as seen in the listing:
Loveliest comment, by Metz: It’s Basement Cat’s cousin Balcony Cat! If the ceiling is Heaven and the Basement is Hell, then the Balcony must be Purrgatory!
Found By: Billy
Top Tips for Real Estate Agents: a Year-End List
(in which I reuse old posts for educational purposes)
1. Flush the toilet.
2. Put your pants back on before taking the photo.
3. Clean up if the house isn’t in good shape. Vaseline on the lens is not the answer.
4. Look, we presume there’s a toilet. We don’t need to see it.
5. No, really. “Pants on” is a pretty basic rule when it comes to real estate agents at work.
6. New toilets don’t cost that much. Maybe you should buy one, if they’re that important to you.
7. Keep the photos relevant. I’m sure your pets are charming but, unless they transfer, don’t include them in the listing.
8. How’s this for a compromise: include a photo of the toilet only if it’s not where one might logically expect to find it.
9. You’re going to keep on using toilet photos, aren’t you? I give up. Is there a support group you could join? Maybe you should start one. You could meet here:
Thanks for an excellent year, real estate agents! I couldn’t do it without you. And remember…
10. …it never hurts to include a photo of Chair.
“What’ll I do with my pet when I sell the house and it’s time to move? Alpaca!”
Get it? Al-pack-a? I’ll-pack-her? Oh, my sides, my sides…
Found By: Tricia
Loveliest comment, by gvh: What I love about Llamas and their brethren is that intense far away look they have, peering into the distance without focus. As if there’s something very serious and melancholy on their mind. ‘My dear, sweet Nicolai. Though we may never meet again, my heart will hold eternally safe what the secret police could not kill.’
Or something.
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