And I cannot stress this enough: bury their bones in an unmarked ditch.
Those are original Warhol boxes. Two Brillos, a Motts and a Campbells tomato soup. Multiple millions worth of original art, set on the floor by the front door.
Theres a regular customer whom i do plumbing work for, for the last 3 or 4 years. These belong to her. She also has Cherub Riding a Stag, and a couple other Warhols that i cannot identify, along with other originals by other artists that i also cannot identify. I have to go back to her house this coming Monday, i might get photos of the rest of her art, just so i can figure out what it is.
Even though i dont have an artistic bone in my entire body, i can appreciate art. I have negative feelings on private art like this that im too dumb to elucidate on.
eat the fucking rich. they are good for nothing.
But idea: Indiana Jones but it's stealing from rich people instead of the indigenous peeps. "it belongs in a museum!"
or something
Andy Warhol would be so fucking happy to see this if he was alive. This would be nirvana style vindication
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I'd watch that. They could be artsy and dapper instead of shaggy leather jacket man, and have to fight through the Bond rejects a rich dude would hire as security instead of weirdly othered brown people (but not instead of nazis, no need to replace those, any excuse to have the hero beat up some nazis is a good one).
Tbh, we might just be recreating Lupin.
Breaking into Stephen Spielberg's home only to find that his most prized collection of art is protected by a life size replica of the boulder from Raiders of the Lost Arc.