The Real Estate Thread: Buying/Selling/Tips/News

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[The Argonaut]

I want a blonde, big titty fiancee who loves me for me, not for my hundred-year-old, 1,000 square foot house on 0.1 acres in the fourth most desirable neighborhood of the state's fourth crappiest small city

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[lennytheweedwhacker]

I want a blonde, big titty fiancee who loves me for me, not for my hundred-year-old, 1,000 square foot house on 0.1 acres in the fourth most desirable neighborhood of the state's fourth crappiest small city

Would you accept an 8/10 looks and 4/10 brain?

[The Argonaut]

Oh, come now, we know I was kidding about the blonde big tits thing. Personality and intelligence in a woman are way more important to me than looks. Really, just look at some of the women I've been with, woof!

[lennytheweedwhacker]

Oh, come now, we know I was kidding about the blonde big tits thing. Personality and intelligence in a woman are way more important to me than looks. Really, just look at some of the women I've been with, woof!

Show them to us

[The Argonaut]

Go check out the highlight reel on my Instagram: "Women I've Banged"

[lennytheweedwhacker]

Go check out the highlight reel on my Instagram: "Women I've Banged"

You blocked me

[The Argonaut]

my parents don't have $44,000 in cash they could just loan me, let alone give me, ftr. They're doing fine, that's just a lot of money

[spike]

Timely!


WaPo: The new American Dream should be a townhouse
Americans are desperate for more affordable and low-maintenance housing options.
https://wapo.st/3NHBAcQ

I was just chatting about the benefits of townhouses with my neighbors in the townhouse next to mine (that I rent).

Having four sides to yourself should not be underestimated though.

[Chris_H_2]

my parents don't have $44,000 in cash they could just loan me, let alone give me, ftr. They're doing fine, that's just a lot of money

this just may get flagged by the mortgage underwriters

[spike]

My wife sent me an interesting property the other day. Only thing is it’s near the train line. So today, I decided to hit the open house to take a look. Sent pics and my assessment to her, and she responded that studies show living near train lines can cause premature heart issues because the constant noise triggers a flight response in our brains. So that was a waste of time.

[E.H. Ruddock]

My wife sent me an interesting property the other day. Only thing is it’s near the train line. So today, I decided to hit the open house to take a look. Sent pics and my assessment to her, and she responded that studies show living near train lines can cause premature heart issues because the constant noise triggers a flight response in our brains. So that was a waste of time.

[doug rr]

I'm already sick and tired of having plumbers and electricians here the last 2 mornings at 730...The buyer wants BS inspections that we've already done..anyway, done deal in a few days to move shit up to the in-laws storage in Vancouver..

[doug rr]

looked at some places over the weekend in Vancouver...it was depressing even with the dollar vs them right now...master bedrooms 10x9..ugh

[Strat]

looked at some places over the weekend in Vancouver...it was depressing even with the dollar vs them right now...master bedrooms 10x9..ugh

*primary bedroom

[doug rr]

so we came up to Vancouver yesterday to stay at my friends house and watch all 3 football games..ended up putting an offer on a place and it was accepted so I missed the second game

[wease]

Damn real life interference

[bodysnatcher]

Just picturing Doug sitting on a couch chewing on some jerky and browsing Zillow. Sees a place he likes and just puts an offer in without even wearing pants.