YSaC, Vol. 637: Camper in the woods, oh yeah!
2010 April 15
nice camper for sale – $700
got nice rv camper.. work nice just need fixing.. i need money child support… will take 500 dollars .. call cellapone. name chad. tittle in hand ready for camping in woods.. thank you. call text anytime i stay up all day n night ; number #### ### ###
It appears that in the thirty seconds between writing the title and writing the post, Chad here decided to lower his estimate of what this trailer is worth by $200. If you plot that curve over time from when the ad was posted, then by this point Chad will pay you over $120,000 to take the thing away! Frankly, I’m not sure it’s worth it. Besides, think of the children!
Thanks for the link, Maggie!
“Cellapone” is, I assume, a take-out restaurant that specializes in a cornbread substitute made from crinkly thin sheets of cellulose.
The people at Cellapone will tell you how to get in touch with Chad. But first you must name him Chad. Then you get the zombie camper, but only if you can remove the tittle from his hand, Grasshopper.
I think the “cellapone” is named Chad. For coffee you have to ask for a cup of Otis.
Cellaphone: Phone lovingly sculpted out of leftovers from the back of the frige and wraped in several hundred layers of cellaphane [two sics].
Otherwise there’s always:
Ring ring ring ring ring ring ring cellaphone!
Damn, even trying to match his mispelling, I screwed it up. WHERE IS TACO’S COFFEE!?
*(Man in suit whispering to camera)* “Today we’ve secretly replaced Taco’s regular coffee with this decaffeinated brand. Will he be able to tell the difference? Let’s get out our spell checkers and find out!”
Watch out SJ. When I drink Decaf, I start looking at Mudsy’s posts and thinking about poetry.
My posts are TOTAL poetry springboards! *snort*
When I drink coconut water, I start looking at Taco’s posts and think about suntan lotion and a beach on the Baja Peninsula.
Your posts are poetry by themselves, Mudsy.
When I drink cherry limeade I think of Britian. And kittens. Not really sure why.
At least when you drink cherry limeade you don’t think of Jonestown.
SJ: is that like lying back and thinking of England?
When I drink champagne, I don’t think of anything.
*waltzes off in a cloud of bubbles*
Nah, the beverage at Jonestown was grape flavor. And it was Flavor-aid or some off-brand, not actual Kool-Aid.*
*I work with people from Guyana, including one who met Jim Jones in person on several occasions. We’ve chatted about this.
*shudder*
More like Cyan-Aid.
When I drink tea, I think of one of my favorite jokes from Ulysses:
“When I makes tea I makes tea, as Old Mother Grogan said. And when I makes water I makes water.”
Whenever I drink Mango Juice I think of having a ship mast fall on me after proclaiming: “AHH! Mango Juice!”
Isaac: what happens when you eat peas?
When I bite into a York Peppermint Patty, I can feel the thrill of blustery winter winds whipping through my hair as I careen downhill in my rusted-out zombie RV.
jg – I don’t think so, I’m not English. (Scots-Irish mostly, if I go back far enough) It usually goes; limeade-limes prevent scurvy-British sailors-British Blues(a breed of cat)and I usually lose track around there or get distracted by something shiny.
mmmm, shiny……..
Shiny things taste like love ♥
Isaac,
Irish lit joke FTW. I think I have a crush on you today.
Rusted-out Zombie RV
2NiTe 0nly! at the Stumble-Inn
Only today, Lo?
Especially today, Isaac. I think I’ve been sweet on you ever since you mentioned the imported beer with the cool labels … and which tastes like cake.
When I drink cakebeer, I think of OM NOM NOM
Whenever I drink beer, I think of cardboard cowboy hats.*
* This may not actually be true. I don’t care for beer.
So what do you drink that makes you think of cardboard cowboy hats?
Oh! Is it bong water?
No, cognac. Always makes me nostalgic for those cardboard cowboys on the cardboard range.
When I drink merlot, I think of winebox hats, or asschapeau.
When I drink blood, it makes me think of strange men in dark cloaks.
Ah, Mr. Cellapone. I loved that number from the hit musical chicago.craigslist.org.
Wow, there must be some badass raccoons in their neck of the woods. The ones near me just tip over the garbage cans on occasion.
This was obviosly the work of evil mutant raccoons. I’m guessing when the T-virus hits a raccoon it grows 10 times in size, but leaves its heart two sizes too small.
It then attacks campers with their exteme oxidation attack, which is of course, super effective.
If I had 2,000,000 dollars for every time that happened to me…
Those mutant raccoons might not have been evil. They might just have been teenage ninjas.
Teenage ninja mutants can get pretty destructive. Raging hormones, etc.
Yeah, at least there is a sage mutant wombat there to keep them in line usually.
They’re not that scary.
http://i104.photobucket.com/albums/m174/sweetallysmom/raccoons/raccoons014.jpg
My god, the car zombies got it! They ate its innards. Oh the RVanity!
Does that mean is will awake to a hellish undead life and lurch towards the nearest WalMart parking lot to consume sedans and pickups like candy?
If so, I wanna go get my camera and put that on YouTube.
I think it’s already lurched into hellish undeath. But it also appears that it didn’t pop the klutch and stalled out. Good luck getting that thing to lurch again.
Granted, the seller is obviously very optimistic about the functionality of the RV, since it works so nice after all. Maybe it does wander around the city chewing on mopeds and eating the engines out of diesel trucks.
Band name du jour: “Hellish Undeath RV”
latest single, Candy Sedans?
Now opening for Camper Van Beethoven.
Well, I think Chad himself is a zombie, or is trying to ward them off. He’s available day n night.
I’d like my ticket punched, too, please! That’s three now, woo!
Princess, here comes your punch! Close your eyes, and think of England! Punchity punch punch!
I’m horrified that Chad was able to reproduce.
I’m once again having Idiocracy flash backs.
LOL. As an aside, the first time I ever heard of Luke Wilson was when he played Sheriff Hartwell [say that real fast, Mulder] in the X-files. I’m having flashbacks as well.
I remember that episode. BIG TEETH!
Yes! Coincidence? I don’t think so.
Hmmm, having a day off and access to every season of the X Files on Netflix, I may just have to search that one out.
It’s well worth it Meredith!
🙂
http://www.imdb.com/character/ch0004841/
Horrified, yes. Surprised? Absolutely f’n’ not.
I just saw Idiocracy the other day. Is that movie supposed to make that much sense? shudder
Looking at the birth rates of the people I know….
Yeah, I think it is.
If anything the timeline was too optimistic.
cella: The inner room or sanctuary of an ancient Greek or Roman temple, in which the statue of the god was situated.
pone: Usually in the compound cornpone, is now used mainly in the South, where it means cakes of cornbread baked on a griddle or in hot ashes. Johnnycakes.
Translation: “Holy cornbread Batman! What happened to the Batmobile?”
I wouldn’t let my sheep go camping anywhere near this rusted hulk. Or the alpacas. Maybe the worms, though. Though they’re going to need a lot of blankets, because that thing does not look insulated.
actually I think the worms already took up residence.
That’s not rust. That’s the plywood under the metal or fiberglass skin that’s been peeled off by the zombies!
“…tittle in hand…” Sorry, I don’t care what you were doing when whatever happened to leave your RV looking like it was mauled by a rabid badger happened, thank you.
Makes me think that “…ready for camping in woods…” is some sort of euphemism that has not yet been used here on YSaC.
Is that somehow like “Hiking the Appalachian Trail?”
You know, you could “die of dysentery” if you do that without the proper “supplies”.
I once caught “Giardia” when drinking water from a “mountain stream” duing a “backpacking trip”.
I should have “used a filter”.
I onced used an “r” in the word “during”. But I try not to do that “anymore”. “””
resume
You caught Giardia in the forest? I thought that Giardia was some lady with a cooking show. What was she doing there?
I thought it was an airport in New York.
A.K.A Beaver fever. It sucks.
Which sucks? The beaver, the fever, or the human?
Yes.
I thought giardia was the Irish police!
Well the razzers are a Civic guard;
and civics are notorious for becoming zombie cars . . .
C R X?
No I R A Wrex
Mongoose are snake-eaters
Yeti^-2 (lim wombat)
f(x)->Black puddings
I like The Old Ordinary
No, I believe this is what happens when you emasculate a wombat.
There’s nothing like a pissed-off emasculated wombat. They are both adorable and deadly.
And so today’s episode of YSac Tourettes begins……
It’s a sad case we have here Doctor.
As you can clearly see, the patient is suffering from – CAT MATH!
*humming*
We built this city on…YSaC tourettes.
*apologies to JS…oh, no wait…I don’t apologize to bands who take a perfectly good name and reputation and try to update it. In doing so, they end up jumping the shark in the middle of the Bermuda Triangle.
Don’t forget to appologize for the appology.
MINTY corey SHELL!!!1!!
don’t know about a wombat, looks more like it’s been mauled by a Not.A.Lion.
It’s sad what happened to Cellapone. He’s just a minty shell of the camper he used to be.
Re: Depressy
I think he got a job …
http://www.metro.co.uk/weird/821591-evil-clown-hired-for-stalking-threats-and-a-pie-in-the-face
Not a productive one or anything, but a job’s a job these days.
That’s just sick.
I wouldn’t have pegged him for a button-fly kind of guy….. but I like!
*demented Thursday syndrome*
I agree with sarajean, but it”s a perfect way to ensure your local therapist has many years of employment ahead though.
Oh, it’s no euphemism. It’s totally ready for camping in woods. Conveniently, you don’t even need to leave the “inside” of the camper to do it.
This is perfect for camping in the woods if you’re going for that serial killer hiding in the woods and eating the flesh of your victims look.
Which, you know, is a look that some people want to cultivate.
DIY is fairly popular right now.(I blame HGTV.) A buyer would just have to hunt down a skin a half-dozen or so coeds, nail up their hides, and the siding issue is all taken care of.
Today at the 9.5 calorie/second it’s Coed Siding! With their new hit single “Take my skin before you go, go.”
Actually, looking at the pictures again I think the most amusing thing is that this camper* is parked ON THE STREET! I’d be surprised that it hasn’t been towed, but I think you’d be hard pressed to find a towing company willing to risk angering the camper.
Maybe the house coughed it up like a hairball.
Camper, hell. Angering the rabid weasels who put it into that state seems like concern of equal, if not greater, validity!
There’s probably a beehive in the engine compartment as well.
…square wasp’s nest.
I don’t know if there are that many square wasps, Mudsy. They seem more like the “homicidial maniac” type.
square wasps only like to listen to tuba music and wear horn-rimmed glasses and sport little tiny wasp bowties.
They must be the nerdy blind dates of the insect world.
SJ “Makes me think that ‘…ready for camping in woods…’ is some sort of euphemism that has not yet been used here on YSaC.”
♪ My only sense of camping involves a sleeping bag.
Forgive me if I’m ranting, it’s really quite a drag. ♫
Chad should have hired the one armed security guard.
*reveals stump of an arm*
… and that’s why you never leave your camper undefended during a zombie siege!
That is so Not.Steve.Holt
Camper for sale $700 —
Deep Woods Customized! Stay really, really close to nature in this camper.
Interior by – Rabid Raccoons
Custom Glass by – Blitzed Badgers
Exterior Trim & Paint by – the Tasmanian Devil
Also, Chad needs $500 for child support, so bring $1,500 cash just in case, ya, know?
2nite only! DJ Rabid Raccoon vs. DJ Blitzed Badger, at the Tasmanian Devil, the hottest club this side of Albuquerque!
…Now, somewhere in the Black Mountain hills of Dakota lived a young boy named Rabid Racoo-oon…
One day, his camper rusted out with another guy;
It hurt young Rabid in his eye-eyes…
Isaac, that reminds me so much of a rhyme the children used to sing in my home town:
A young camper much like any other,
disobeyed warnings of his mother.
Rolled at night down the haunted street,
Not knowing, caring whom he would meet.
He saw a sight that was his last,
and none know what came to pass.
But now because the life he’d lead,
he’s joined with now the host undead!
Rumbling, groaning his form now gaunt,
down all the streets at night he’ll haunt.
With rust, and boards, and siding gone,
He lumbers ‘round until comes dawn.
He’ll chase you down whether old or new,
and a zombie car he’ll make you too.
So when inside you’re told to stay,
your mother’s warning you should obey!
“Rabid didn’t like that…”
Hey Isaac – I just remembered that song – late 60’s, right? Let’s see…. WoodRoaches “Rust” album. I recollect another cut from the album – “Why Don’t We Leave it in the Road?”
Ah, the memories….
Now with Flo-Thru air conditioning!
Pimp My Ride: The Appalachian Edition
But does it have a bottle opener hanging from the pine freshener hanging from the rear view mirror hanging from the fishing pole in the wheel well? All this thing needs is a cardboard beer box hat.
You can get the hat as an accessory, but you’ll have to pay next month’s child support if you want it.
“…need money child support…” I want a Money Child too! Although they seem to need expensive support structures to mature properly.
I wonder if this guy would take $50 to destroy this abomination before it begins to spread and infect everything around it. All we need is for this RV to birth the next Silent Hill.
Then again, I guess Pyramid Head would find this ride rather sporty.
I don’t see anything here that 800 rolls of duct tape and one of those hanging pine tree air fresheners won’t fix. Sweet ride.
I don’t know if one pine tree is up to the task of covering the smell of Exploded Meth Lab. You might need to get some Glade.
Didn’t somebody get a mattress from this guy recently…?
*Innocent Look*
Hey, all it took was three days of leaving it outside, a whole bottle of air freshener, and then throwing our hands up in the air and buying a plastic mattress envelope – good as new!
What?
What kind of air freshener?
You find one in every car. You’ll see.
I agree with the duct tape idea, but you’ll need something more for strength. Perhaps 500 or so beer boxes would do the trick.
“got nice rv camper.. work nice just need fixing..” Define “fixing”.
“i need money child support…” Am I the only one who desperately wants to place a hyphen twixt “money” and “child”?
“will take 500 dollars .. call cellapone. name chad. tittle in hand” He wants us to call Capone, but not that Capone…the other Capone, a Siamese cat that lives behind Chad’s Chinese restaurant. Handles all his financial transactions for him. Why Capone even helped him write this ad. He’s very handy.
“ready for camping in woods.. thank you. call text anytime i stay up all day n night ; number #### ### ###” This is just a veiled plea for you to befriend him. He wants to go camping and he stays up all night. Oh, and if you can’t get Capone on the phone, call his gf – “Text”…she’ll take gooooooooood care of you.
“I stay up all day n nite” = … on meth
“I need money child support” = She left because I’m on meth. And, I really need money. But not for meth. For children. For the children!
“I’m selling this even though I kinda need to live in it” … but cooking my own meth in it was a bad idea.
Anybody else imagining that this RV is parked in a field, just out of the frame of the shots of the crumbling-to-rust Viking stove and/or the Li’l Game Carnivore swingset, deer not included? Or is that just me?
Also known as “the kitchen” and “the kids’ playroom”.
Now that you mention it, I believe I saw this in a mobile meth lab class. I have never understood why meth cookers don’t get the principle of flying below the radar. If I was a cop, this just screams “Pull me over.”
…especially if you’re wearing a beer case cowboy hat and hauling a horse sporting the same.
*wink*
Just don’t let the horse drive his JetSki down the street. That’s how he got the last point on his license.
Silly silly. Horses don’t drive JetSkis….they drive SeaBiscuit-Doos….
This RV, if it were intact, looks strikingly similar to the one used in the TV series “Breaking Bad”….in which it IS a mobile meth lab. (Apologies if this has already been pointed out, I’m too lazy to read all the way down).
Either this guy knows someone who knows someone who has a cousin in the TV production industry, and this is actually a used “stunt double” from the tv show….or he watched the show & decided to ‘try this at home’ himself….?
or C: this was the inspiration for that detail?
I don’t care how close to nature that camper gets me, I ain’t buyin’ it unless I get a free tetanus shot.
What about your many
enemiesfriends andhatedloved ones you will want to take camping with you?(cheerful woman in Fifties-style dress with starched pinafores flounces into view.)
“Everybody line up, it’s time to get your booster shots before we go camping with Stephanie! You don’t want to get lockjaw like Timmy did last year.”
(Camera pans to dessicated corpse in a dark corner.)
“Oh dear, it looks like we’re going to need another Timmy.”
Oh, no! Not Timmy!
SJ, Dinosaur! reference FTW!
A camping we will go, a camping we will go, high-ho the cellapone; a camping we will go.
Chad takes a wife, Chad takes a wife,
High-ho the cellapone, a camping we will go.
The wife has a child, The wife has a child
High-ho the cellapone, a camping we will go.
The camper’s in the woods, the camper’s in the woods
High-ho the cellapone, a camping we will go.
The tittle’s in Chad’s hand, the tittle’s in Chad’s hand,
High-ho the cellapone, the tittle’s not his wife’s.
Chad has to go, Chad has to go,
High-ho the cellapone, a camping Chad will go.
The raccoons shred the camper, the raccoons shred the camper.
High-ho the cellapone, Chad left the cheez-wiz out.
Chad gets behind, Chad gets behind,
High-ho the cellapone, the lawyers on the pone.
The campers gotta go, the campers gotta go;
High-ho the cellapone, Craigs List bails Chad out.
700 is too much, 700 is to much,
High-ho the cellapone, 500 Chad will take.
Chad is up all day, Chad is up all night
High-ho the cellapone, Chad is hanging out.
A camping we will go, a camping we will go, high-ho the cellapone; a camping we will go.
We’re all feeling so poetic this week.
Hey, April is Poetry Month.
And also, according to T.S. Eliot’s poetry, the cruellest month. Go figure.
It’s also pine tree pollen month. Everything outside is covered with a thin layer of yellowish-green dust.
Outside you say?
Then why’s this layer of yellow-green dust insi-
*psst, psst, psst*
Oh,
I didn’t know poets explode.
Looking carefully at the picture, I thought “you know, I bet he took the picture past twilight because natural light would expose the camper’s major flaws”.
Like the unexploded tactical nuke sitting in the passenger’s seat?
Considering what they would have to be if what’s visible in the pictures are “minor” flaws, it’s either that, or a Hellmouth in the chemical toilet.
Maybe the pictures were taken in the dark because the seller needed cover of darkness to break into someone’s home to get the camera and computer. His preference for phone calls over email would be due to the fact that it’s hard to successfully break into all of the neighborhood homes to use the computer without getting anyone suspicious. Particularly if he is on or coming off of meth.
Clem: Hey Billy Bob, great idear takin’ th’ pitures at nite t’ hide the fixins.
*FLASH*
C: Whoa Billy Bob, ya’ll should turn that shiny lite thing off, thay might see th’ damage.
BB: don’ kno’ how.
C: I heerd about this internets guy can fix your pitures for ya for 20 bucks.
BB: Iffin I had th’ 20 bucks, I woudnt need t’ sell my home for child money.
C: (after a minute or so of contemplative thought)
Dya think ya can get 20 bucks for that piture box?
I’m enjoying, “work nice just need fixing”. I believe that we are in disagreement over what “work” and “need fixing” mean. Even in Cat Math, those two do not occupy the same quadrant simultaneously.
(Holy crap, I spelled simultaneously correct the first time. WITHOUT coffee!)
Well, they can, it just requires you to alter your equation this way:
needs fixing + work = 42 unblubblerers in beer hats
So, you see though the outcome may not be what you were after it can be done.
CJ, you are indeed a god of Cat Math. We are honoured to share in your expertise.
Awww…shucks, dev…I really can’t take credit…I put new kibbles in my catulator, so he’s purrrrrring right along now.
I did the same thing with the word
sircomspectcircumspect on a meeting analysis report.Arson for profit-Fail.
How toxic would the flames from this thing be? Like coughing-like-a-ten-pack-a-day-smoker or more like your-children-will-be-born-with-flippers-and-extra-noses?
Well, let’s see. H2S (hydrogen sulfite) will cause miscarriage, Phosgene from burning refrigerant will smell like fresh cut grass and suffocate you before you know you’re dead. Hydrogen cyanide from the burning plastics will smell like bitter almonds and will block the oxygen from getting through the lung membranes. Of course you still have the unburned hydrocarbons and CO, but that kind of pales in comparison, huh?
Ugh. Remind me never to set a camper on fire unless I’m packing an alternate air source.
I officially and personally support that decision.
Does anyone hear this exchange when they read this:
Clark: “So, when did you get the tenament on wheels?”
Eddie: “Oh, that uh, that there’s an RV. Yeah, yeah, I borrowed it off a buddy of mine. He took my house, I took the RV. It’s a good looking vehicle, ain’t it?”
Clark: “Yeah, it looks so nice parked in the driveway.”
Eddie: “Yeah, it sure does. But, don’t you go falling in love with it now, because, we’re taking it with us when we leave here next month.”
Leave? That would require tires and I doubt that those rubber donuts are viable.
“Sh*tter was full!”
“Honey? Have you checked our sh*tters?”
Hehe. One of my text ads is for “RV Sale RV Sale RV Sale”
Reminds me of that one guy from a while ago…. didn’t he do roofing or something?
Another ad is “Utah Alpacas for sale” and the description reads “Bred females, fiber boys, yarn Visitors.” Fiber boys?
They’re like water boys in sports, only they bring you shredded wheat.
Fiber boys are nice and all, but I always found them rather tough and stringy.
Taco, try them with milk. And look – you can get ones frosted on one side!
Yarn visitors?
Crochet.
“Gesundheit!”
I knit and crochet and I have no idea what they are talking about. I didn’t know yarn was sexist.
Am I the only one that heard banjos? I swear I see the reflection of a terrified Ned Beatty in the window.
Ha. Funny you should mention that. My man’s brother in law is going on a weekend canoeing trip with his guy friends, and for some reason he thinks it would be a GOOD idea to see that movie before he goes. His wife disagrees.
I hear banjos all the time, but I am also an “OCMS” fan, too.
You know what they say: a tittle in the hand is worth two in the sweater.
My wife and were looking at real estate listings, and I, as a former rental agent, was translating what the listings said into Real English (e.g., “Secluded from neighbors!” really meant “Owner of house chopped them all up and buried them underneath the basement.”)
Anywho, this camper is what we in the biz would call a “handyman special.” Or “ready for moving in, just needs a little TLC.”
…and a taco box.
“Well Ventilated!!!”
“TONS OF ROOM!”
*Bows down to Dan for his “Evil Dead: the Musical” reference*
And improbably topical, since Ash is causing so many problems today…
Uhhhhhhh, how did I not know about this? Seriously, how did that somehow escape my radar my whole life???????
Coming to Michigan State University next year! We can score you some tickets and a place to crash…
It is, quite possibly, the Best Musical Ever. I mean, it has a Splatter Zone! I’m waiting impatiently for it to come back to my area. Meanwhile, I highly recommend the soundtrack!
Ooohh my gosh, I got another fantastic ad (sorry, I’m kinda excited about my random ads, because I recently unblocked the ads on ysac…)
Craiglist Robot
Secret Automatic Posting Tool Post To Cralgslist [sic] While You Sleep!
That explains a lot… We’ve got Random Capitalization missing commas and missplelling!
did you have too much sugar again?
*chuckle*
Hmmm… I’m actually having my first sugar of the day as I type. It’s more likely a combination of lack-of-sleep exhaustion (miniEB is learning how to crawl, and cries when he gets stuck on his knees in his sleep) and did-too-much exhaustion (Mr. EB and I just bought our first house, and have spent the last three days priming because it was a repo and had marker all over the walls) mixed with my Diet Dr Pepper.
In unrelated news, does anyone know how to get latex primer out of hair…?
Peanut butter might work, it works for gum…
I know how to get latex paint out of hair, I don’t know if it works for primer, though. If it’s just a little bit you can soak it in warm water(you can wrap the offending lock in a damp washcloth for a few minutes or you can just take a nice long shower) and try to comb it out. (or rub a little lotion into in, let it soften, and comb it out. That sometimes works.) If you dunked half your head in it you would be better off finding a pair of sissors.
If its still wet latex paint, water works just fine. If its dried, you can rub it with full strength shampoo until it softens; may take 10-15 minutes of soaking. Latex does not stick well to hair, so working it by bending and softening may be all that you need.
If its a big glob, you may want to use a product like “Oops” dried latex paint remover, but be aware this may affect tinted or coloured hair. And, make you smell like a hardware store.
Oils like WD40, olive oil, and good old vicks vapour rub work best with oil paints.
Hmm… I will have to try those. I haven’t decided if I’m going to take care of it now, or wait till we’re done priming and painting… But at least it’s just at the tips of my hair–it looks like my ponytail just brushed against a wall or something–so if I do have to cut it’s not a disaster…
Well, late to the dance, I cannot help but see this exegesis:
(the paired periods suggesting discount bullet points)
. got nice rv camper .
Ok, I do not believe Sparky bought this in southern France; he got this for his sister’s daughter.
. work nice just need fixing .
Ok, see, the sister’s daughter needs a better ethic (scared about the sterilization requirement, though)
. i need money child support .
Egads, is Sparky supporting the sister’s daughter’s offspring (thus the call for spaying)?
. will take 500 dollars.
Who among us would not; or is this a bid for the excess urchins?
. call cellapone .
Is this the discount feed for the sister’s daughter’s offspring.
. name chad .
Ah-ha! What Florida did with excess voting material! Chad Call Cellapone, the newest urchinChow!
. tittle in hand ready for camping in woods .
Ok, diacritical grasping at ways of escaping the niece’s brats
. thank you .
Your wecome
. call text anytime i stay up all day n night .
Well, baying of offspring will cause that, I’m given to understand.
; number #### ### ###
Ok, Sparky has confused me with this sudden use of the semi-colon; but we already know the other diacritical symbols are in custody (v.s.)
The form of the number seems to be backwards, as does all of Sparky’s ramblings
But, I’m channeling “Hey! Ho! Let’s Go!” as the theme music here, too
“Tittle in hand” apparently doesn’t mean what I thought it did.
Mild to moderate letdown here.
It doesn’t mean what anyone here seems to think it means. Although, I have to admit curiosity as to how he managed to hold the dot from a lower case “i” in his hand. Yes, tittle is actually a word. And, to Cliff Cleven (pardon potential inaccurate speeling) it up for you all, “To a T” is actually from “to a tittle,” meaning all the t’s are crossed and all the i’s dotted.
[corey] …..![/corey]
Sorry, you’re right. Corey.
Is Cella Pone the plasticy cousin of our drunken mob boss, Alca Pone?
Could be; I thought she was his surgically-implanted and -altered wifey.
I’m still camping in my Chevy van and that’s all right with me.
For the sappy, 70’s nostalgia, win!
Oh geez! He stays up all day and night??? Chad Vader Sir, take you cellapone and get the hell outta here! I’ll give you 500 dollars if you just finish destroying what used to be a camper, k?
That thing ceased to be an RV years ago. Now it’s just an RV-shaped pile of scrap metal and a tetanus shot waiting to happen. Score!
I recognize everybody can hate fitted, but I do not think they start looking so negative.