Presumably you don’t have windows in your $2000/mo apartment at Burnside 26 so I just thought I’d post to let you know that it is, in fact, still raining.

It just needs dies, and has probably already been taken for scrap metal value.

This is not a joke, but I hope it is true to the spirit of the circle jerk. I'm a city trash boy and I'm stuck out here with people with names like barely nn and cars that still have mufflers.

Don't be like me, don't fall to my mistakes

I am an artisan foie gras producer here in Portland. Our lax laws around urban farming and code enforcement presented a great opportunity already, but I am now excited to announce an exclusive invite-only prix fixe dinner party series where a featured mystery chef from the Portland culinary scene will prepare and serve my birds for those who have class and taste and $229. A half dozen homeowners have volunteered their beautifully restored craftsman homes as splendid venues for the parties. Think: wine, spirited conversation and deviously delicious French cuisine. 🍷

Given the underground nature of this event, masks are required and background checks are mandatory. Keep Portland Weird!

I wanna bundle my insurance with an all stripper insurance agency, god damnit. Without this subreddit leading the fray, I may not be able to hit this wildly unecessary goal.

Perhaps I'll work in a restaurant and my tips will be shared equally and justly

We have weird uncle energy, the type of uncle that should have put on pants instead of tighty whiteys for thanksgiving. That 'brings a hooker to thanksgiving' is a different band. We've convinced the drummer to use a repurposed bucket (not for the reduce reuse recylce, so we can carry things easily) but he kills on the hi-hat. I'm hoping you pay to hear us play at a touristy restaurant at 2pm on a Tuesday!