Can anyone use these?
Some rolled up chain link fence and some concrete rocks and not concrete rocks. Don’t know how much fencing there is. Please email me your phone number and u will call you to arrange time for pickup. Thank you 🙂
This is so Zen I can’t even stand it. I’m going to call myself to arrange a time to pickup some not concrete rocks. With one hand, obviously.
Thanks, Jason.
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Not Concrete Rocks is the name of my Pavement cover band.
Have you thought about doing some Pavement/Concrete Blonde mashup?
That’s my Some Concrete Rocks and Not Concrete Rocks mashup band.
In my experience, some concrete rocks, and some concrete doesn’t……it just depends on how hip it is…..
I love this title. It could be anything! Oh the possibilities…
Seek, and you will not find.
Grasp, and you cannot hold.
Create, you get a pile of construction debris–get that cleared up Right! Now!
On Soviet Craigslist, you call you.
I called me, and I didn’t answer. I left me a message, but I doubt I’ll call back. I never do.
To rock or not to rock.
That’s not set in concrete.
or
Does anybody know how much fencing there is?
Does anybody really care?
or
If you can give me your number
so you can call you to get my rocks off
my laawwn.
or
We built this city.
We built this city with concrete rocks.
We built this city.
We built this city with not concrete rocks.
I don’t want your not-concrete rocks.
When I think of fencing, I call myself.
I hate it when the rocks are not concrete. You end up building a wall that is totally abstract and conceptual, and then you forget it’s there, because actually it’s not.
Excuse me, I seem to have logged in to the wrong blog. Is this You Suck at Craigslist, or is it You don’t call you any more?
I don’t bring me flowers anymore.
I found some not concrete rocks
Ahh-ahhhhhhh-ahhh
It was the happiest day of my life
They were sitting right there with some ones that were concrete
Ahh-ahhhhhhh-ahhh
By a spool of metal that seemed pretty light
Grab your cell phone and call… you
And pick up the chain link
I think this is the President of the UnderAchievers Club. Chain link fence — don’t wanna check the amount. Rocks concrete or not… meh. Send phone number if you’re interested, but you have to call yourself to set up deal. Don’t even know how he managed to keyboard the ad.
U never give you your money
U only give you some chain link fencing
And in the middle of the calculations
U break down
I never give me my number
I only give me some non concrete rocks
And in the middle of these obfuscations
I break down
Sparky, can’t you tell me the weight,
Just estimate, for my sake
Can’t you help me carry that weight
To my pickup truck, for Crissake?
Ha, you quack me up!
And in the end,
the chain link fence,
is equal to the con.crete.rocks.
“…u will call you….”
All for one and one for all! Let me hear it for me!
You’ll understand it once you’re able to carry both tea and no tea at the same time.
And now, that moment you’ve all been waiting for (proving you are a bunch of blood-thirsty sick puppies) (which is why I like you), C””J, Dave with or without ferrets, Calvin and camille! Punchity Punch Punch!
Didn’t Calvin and camille have a summer replacement show for Sunny and Cher? Or did I dream it?
Box updated. I think we should turn it into a residence hotel, since C””J and Dave are there week after week.
*whisper* I think they’re plotting to take over the world!
Who told you?
Uh…ummm…..I mean….what are you talking about?
Yeah, that’s it..right Dave?
Right. We were practicing our evil laughs for a completely different reason.