YSaC, Vol. LXXIII
2008 October 9
ple help
some thats nows how to fix dish washer iam not suer wants worng with if u can fixed it ple call me at xxx-xxx-xxxx
Somehow, I get the feeling that sucking at Craigslist may be the least of this person’s worries.
To be honest, my drunken late night text messages might resemble this style of writing, although there’s slightly less discussion of malfunctioning dishwashers. It’s more like “OMG Britney were did I leve teh kar?” and “Pris, call me, iam not suer but i thkin i hve ur Manolos adn undrwrs.” (I lead a fabulous life.)
(Submitted by MS — thanks!)
I challenge you to read this to me because I am less functional than a jar of Taco squeezin’s.
LOL,true!
Note: The original comment has been edited because it was offensive to anyone with a brain, a heart, one or more kidneys, and various gender specific items. In other words, all of us.
(I will be avoiding bad words by using flaming and flamer. Thank you for your patience.) For my own peace of mind, even if you are no longer around, you are a mother- flaming flamer who should go insert (insert body part here) into a meat grinder. I worked for a state agency where I cataloged the files of people who received help because they are disabled. There is nothing funny about Down’s Syndrome you unmitigated twit.
Amen. Want me to edit this ancient troll, Lara?
I’m cool with it either way Windrose, I had my say.
It would make me feel better, Windy.
Bah. I was considering using this one for a redux but then decided not to precisely BECAUSE of that semi-offensive post. I’m not sure why I didn’t just delete it. Sigh.
And then I screwed up the link and sent people here anyway.
Well, that’s fixed now.
Dear LlamaNun:
Thank you for whatever combination of intention and error caused me to be able to create a Barry Manilow/Barenaked Ladies mash up song. It made me happy. May many bees be upon you and the ostrimu.
Sincerely,
Poncho, Poncho Moose
Thank you, Lara, I saw the comment before anyone else had posted and refrained from doing so because I would have surely broken some YSaC law of proper conduct. I bow to your tact.
Nicely edited, Windy. 🙂
“Manolos adn undrwrs” would be a great name for a rock band!
Manolos adn undrwrs is the name of IF’s Barry Manilow/Barenaked Ladies mash up.
LOVE
LRC, no. Don’t go there. Look, here’s a shiny penny!
Oh, it’s too late.
I write the songs that make my baby cold outside
I write the songs with no sense of hurting my pride
I write the songs where I must simply go
I write the songs where the answer is no
Might I suggest a “ple of insanity?”
This is not the post indicated by the link, and yet we’re here…
I have to say I was trying to figure out the watermelon angle too.
I presume they put a watermelon in the dishwasher to kill it, and ended up destroying the appliance.
This seems to be the most likely cause. We will assume it to be fact and proceed as such.
That’s totally understandable, I am scared to death of melons that just sit around not doing anything.
Edit: Wait, what?
Fixed now. I had a bad internet day. I’m stepping away from the computer now.
Okay, pack up the snark and the melons and those face huggers, and let’s move along. Nothing to see here.
I’m with the Llama-Nun (BBUH) on the Buddha’s Hand fruit; that thing looks like it should be molesting schoolgirls in a hentai film.
I am repulsed and yet curious about how it tastes. Since I am currently preoccupied with making jelly and jam, I am also immediately thinking about how to use it. I think maybe I need to take a break from that cookbook. But I really want to make champagne jelly.
I think I need to get a fruit or, preferably, a tree for my mom. I think she’d love these. She and I both eat lemon rinds.
Please tell me AC is no longer around. I might have to initiate a beat down based on ignorance if he/she is
I recommend alcohol or a vacation.
Hey, it always works for me when I’m tired of washing dishes.
I think I may have been watching the “Aliens vs. Predator” movies overmuch lately, but to me, the Buddha Hand thing looks like one of the early “hand on the face” critters that makes the chest bursters.
I can see that Smedley and I am concerned. Never mind about making jelly with it, I don’t want it around me.
Oh, don’t be so timid! Here in Southern California Inland Valleys, these fruit are cultivated freely and prized for their non-bitter taste. Why, I have one right here, it’s sitting on my desk perfectly har– Arg! No, get it off! Aahahah!
Well, at least you have the governor for it. All mine does is get indicted.
Oh, that’s right, now you don’t. Maybe the hippie can drive it off with some moonbeams or something.
Ya, der Governator has been Terminated. Governor Moonbeam will save us.
I could suggest a few things.
Hey, at least they spelled not right, right?