Terrible Estate Agent Photos
Terrible photos listed by estate agents/realtors that are so bad they’re funny.
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Posts in this community must be of property (inside or out) listed for sale which contains a terrible element. “Terrible” can refer to:
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the photo itself (finger over the lens, too far away, people in the shot, bad Photoshop, etc.)
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the property (weird layout, questionable plumbing, unsound structure, etc.)
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the interior (carpeted bathrooms, awful taste interiors, weird mannequins/taxidermies/art, inflatable pools indoors, etc.)
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the actual listing itself including unusual descriptions and unrealistic pricing. However, this isn’t a community to discuss the housing market in general. This is a comedic community - let’s keep it light.
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Photos can be sourced from anywhere and be any age, but please check they haven’t already been posted.
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Really love the velour floor and leather couch combination. The couch is literally the same color and texture of a volleyball sized tumor a vet removed from a dog when I was interning in 8th grade.
The dog survived, btw. A deeply loved senior lab who came from a family of like five children so the parents decided to save him instead of putting him down.
I was tasked with getting him to eat and drink a little after he woke up from the anesthesia, but all he wanted was to crawl onto my lap and have me hug him and tell him that he was a brave boy. I'm not a dog person by nature, but that geriatric puppy almost converted me, dear lord. I'll never forget that dog. Nor will I forget the tumor. The vet asked me if I wanted to see what cancer looked like on the inside and I said yes and he cut the tumor in half and that was the ugliest fucking thing I had ever seen in my entire 14 years of life at the time.
The fact that someone would use it as a design choice for a couch two decade later is fucking bizarre to me, but what ever, man.
You really went places with that comment. Well done.
thank you, my friend. Best part is that not a word of it is a lie. I still think of that dog regularly despite it being so long ago. It is simultaneously impressive and abominable that something as hideous and depraved as a tumor can grow inside such a pure and innocent creature. Even more impressive and abominable that some rich person would like to have a tumor-couch in their velour/velvet themed home. I shall never understand the absolute madness of ultra rich people. It has to be severe boredom. It just has to.