YSaC, Vol. 686: Fumms bö wö tää zää Uu, pogiff, kwii Ee.
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w3grjtiyr8t5u87ir7674687o86786 – $2900
first time, and chopped parsley. GREEN PEA SOUP Soak your egg, with little vinegar and salt. Do not to use. Take a bit of either side. When cooked, take out the salad round the quantity of the size of water. Then make them off the kidneys and heads, and the great Frenchwoman: “Hèlas, Annette, I end with a thick enough, add it, keeping the cherries, or some butter for from the cauliflower
So wait … what do I do with the egg? What size water do I need? Where do I put the cherries? I’m so confused, Mr. Spambot, I’m so confused! All I wanted was a car! Is that so difficult?
The Creation of Adam Michelangelo Framed Art – $40
The Creation of Adam Michelangelo Framed Art
Print on a wooden frame set up for hanging on 2 nails or hooks
Measures Approximately: 20” H x 43.25” W
Frame: 2.75”The Creation of Adam is a fresco on the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel, painted by Michelangelo circa 1511.
It illustrates the Biblical story from the Book of Genesis in which God the Father breathes life into Adam, the first man.
Chronologically the fourth in the series of panels depicting episodes from Genesis on the Sistine ceiling, it was among the last to be completed.
It is arguably one of the most famous and most appreciated images in the world.Make me an offer.
I can deliver this for an additional fee
call (xxx)xxx-xxxx
or email
Thanks for looking
Wow, the Sistine Chapel ceiling looks a lot more pedestrian than I thought it would. I need to check my translation of Genesis again; I don’t remember anything about Ford vans in there. Oh, I see the problem — I have the Chevy translation, where they’ve translated “Adam” as “Camaro.” A Camaro does seem like it would be easier to hang from the ceiling, though.
And hey, now I’ve got my car — I don’t need to take the butter for from the cauliflower anymore.
Thanks, Emily and Marjorie!
There may not have been vans in the Old Testament, but there were motorcycles. For instance, Joshua’s Triumph was heard throughout the land!
I read in the Book of Meshugeneh that it was actually Harley, David’s son who slew Goliath.
The apostles in Acts were all in one Accord.
I think they were all in one Accordian.
Something about a beautiful magical couch! The gorgeous imagery depicting old timey water mills and fancy houses! Totally clean! Smells normal! Perfectly good, except one of its legs has disappeared! But put a book of Acts underneath it and its as good as new. Eve says, “Watch out for the snakes.”
Did you get into SJ’s vicodin again Mudsy?
She left it in the pocket of the squirrel suit. What could I do?
YsaC is not good for me today. Word associations abound. I hear Accord > Accordian > Magic couch with accordian sitting on it > snakes in couch > garden of Eden.
Make the voices stop, Taco! Aaargh. Hehe..
I believe Jehovah drove Adam and Eve out of the garden in a Fury, also.
I thought that was what brought the Pilgrims to Plymouth Rock.
I thought Plymouth Rock was what they used to play on Saturday mornings during the comercial breaks. Teaching the kids all about Cojunctions, Bills, Misjay, etc.
No, that was Fraggila Rock.
Fra-Jee-Lee…
Must be Italian.
It.a.lion?
Nope, not.a.lion.
Another graduate of the TacoMagic School of Mug Typing.
*Sniff* I’m so proud. I can still remember the graduation speech I gave the year he walked:
good job kids. lltgedtg your mugs xsint wqhed tg0o r0o4rt5y 0o hb7y0 6yh new qaztge4 of p-o5rp-5r9i5y.l
(Wow, some of the words actually came out this time, I must be getting better)
That is kind of scary.
Oh, sorry;
^&tyghasrt ias kliomnsdew iodfgt asxcasertyp.,
Now you’re typing with mugs… I mean:
hn9e2wy0ou[4rr3e 560p-8hn5t 3u86t6 n jm7tg3ws11
AASDFcvuasytbn i(CV UIASWEDFBN ASBN sdrtasopklweer*
*Translation: Actually, I used a stapler.
ererskkt>? ui uysdwesd as cghikwebn-0zsgasopwesd artaopklweer!@
Translations: Really? I used a chicken-shaped stapler!
ERWweasuy>”? Wujhwerwerm sdioyiopuiom tyiouy fuasd zxcvuijkwer-0=sdghiopweasdf>:”?;’*
*Translation: Really? Where do you find chicken-shaped staples?
gherrwer uirt uisd!@*
*Here it is!
oioioiicver*
*Translation: mnoioioioicver
TYasdkbjr4y803t5nsdasd./,*
*Gesundheit.
For my next poem I shall type Ursonate using two mugs.*
*No I won’t.**
**Probably.
trascxxio,m tyio iopyugfghrt rto rdfiubiusdgyhb touy SDwweru7asdasduiosabm opuierxwe dfeedrm,. uinsdfyio,./
Translation: Taco, you ought to finish your Seussian piece first, IMNSHO.
Been trying to work on it. But things have been extremely busy the last two weeks. I’ve even had to skip a few days of snark (you may have noticed).
It’s on the back burner while I deal with things of a less silly nature.
askoeruifgghrtym, rtwebn~!
That’s what she said.
Oops. Forgot the translation. And adding it in would destroy the context of your post, thereby rendering it into a zomb
The translation was: Alrighty, then!
This might explain the random replies I’ve gotten in the past few days to my legitimate, clearly written, pics of actual items included posts in furniture for sale…
Folding chair one?
“ZSLHTZ ROTUNDA CISYHYIAL”
Entertainment Center?
“WXRZUW LEADEN JXRQRNS 69282688”
And my baby bed ad in Baby and Kids Stuff keeps getting flagged off… I have no clue why. Perhaps it’s too legit to not quit…
XDXPN SPORKY MINTYGAL 909163829
It’s getting flagged because you spelled Babby Bed wrong.
That MUST be it, Bianchi Sound!!! When I repost it later I will have to add in such corrective language.
And pics of things that are neither the bed nor the mattress…
Maybe I’m forgetting the Not.A.Lion, too…
At the very least you should rotate the photos so it looks like everything has been mounted on the wall.
Rubbing the camera lens with Vasoline first might help, too.
Try adding a photo of a rubber ducky.
*frantically taking notes*
hang babby cribbage bed from wall. soak egg in vase.
Rub lean stuff on camera and matt. Truss rubber ducky.
Cook elebenty internets, take photos of cars and Not.A.Lionel.
Do not use.
Write post using chicken shaped stapler, keeping the cherries with gerberts in jars.
*puts pencil down*
Whew…
If you don’t learn to paint well, Leonardo, you’ll end up just like Michelangelo: painting in a van down by the river.
Down by the river
I shot my babby….
I saw the Sistine Chapel parked just down the street the other day, but it had the words “Free Candy” painted across the side.
Must be from the revisionist Book of Genesis.
My sister-in-law has a Monet based on the same style. I think it was from his rust period.
We had one when I was younger that was a Dammit-gogh.
It’s a picture of the wrong van.
I didn’t know Dadaists were running free on Craig’s List. Shocker.
It does explain a lot, though.
I believe they are running free or take them all for $80.
Clearly the van is a late model Sistine Chapel, and the standard equipment package calls for a “Creation of Adam” mural on the ceiling’s interior. It also comes with a “Serpent in the Garden” shifter on the steering column, and dual controls for driver comfort marked “Adam” and “Eve”.
The family versions even have “Cain” and “Abel” children’s car seats built right in.
Psst CJ, you forgot to apologize for understanding.
Damn! Okay, I apologize for not apologizing upon the understanding contained herein.
Now, pass the sacramental wine!
No, go soak YOUR egg. Take them off the kidneys and heads, indeed.
Go teach your great aunt how to soak eggs.
But she’s not a Frenchwoman!
I wouldn’t mind a couple of salad rounds, though.
After tasting the w3grjtiyr8t5u87ir7674687o86786, I find it’s missing something….hmm…what could it be?
Wait! I know, it’s not minty enough! At least not minty enough to spend $2900 on!
Well, duh, everyone knows what Michelangelo’s Creation looks like. They included a picture of the van they’ll deliver it in, just so you know it’s legit.
And the first ad just made me hungry. And dizzy.
You know, I’ve seen this recipe before. But it wasn’t for making a vehicle… it was in the classifieds as looking for a date. So, does it make a person or a transportation device? I really need to know the results before I make this purchase.
Must be a “Bake Your Own Date” sort of thing.
Like Build-a-Bear, but way creepier.
I’d rather have the car.
Most sane people would.
After some of the dates I’ve had the Bake Your Own Date sounds perfect to me.
Take George Clooney’s smile, Kevin Costner’s eyes, David Tennant’s body, Tom Cruise’s nose, Rafa Nadal’s hair, Donald Trump’s money, Stephen Hawkins’ brain, Eddie Izzard’s sense of humour, Gerard Depardieu’s accent and mix them all together with some honesty, compassion and quirkiness and – voila!
Remember the movie with the posessed car that chased people down? Yeah… like that.
I was actually thinking of an even older movie, called “The Car”, that had this big, black, terrifying car running people down all over town. My kids were terrified of that movie, and yes, they begged to watch it every time it came on television.
I remember that one too, but I liked Christine more. Something just eerie about that radio.
Duel with Dennis Weaver as a maniac truck driver scared the crap out of me once before I raised the bar on my horror standards, but this van looks like the one from Silent of the Lambs.
“It puts the oil under the hood….”
Duel scared me, too…still does, actually.
Silent of the Lambs: that Christmas special with the Serta mattress sheep.
That’s what I get for multi-tasking when I’m rusty.
Remember a very short-lived sitcom called “My Mother, the Car”?
Ann Sothern reincarnated into an old car belonging to son Jerry van Dyke? Now THAT was scary.
Ok, but that’s not because of the car, it’s because of Jerry Van Dyke.
Yeah, but think about your mother talking through the car radio every time you drive a date she doesn’t like or go to a place she doesn’t approve, and refusing to respond to controls if you’re driving fast or not signalling!
I would not climb into the back seat of that car, that’s for sure.
I *would* climb into the back seat with an attractive male, maybe even my husband, and do things that make her dispossess the car. But that’s just the kind of relationship I have with my mom, YMMV.
I’ve had this before and it was delicious. Wish I could get the recipe………
props for the Ursonate reference in the title.
I actually played excerpts from that in a presentation during my MA program (German Studies, of course)…. and managed to terrify pretty much everyone in my seminar.
Kurt Schwitters FTW.
Maybe his ghost is posting poetic Craigslist ads about PEA SOUP.
Good grief… we never thought anyone would figure that one out!
Yeah…I thought it was the title of a Jorge Borges short story.
I just assmued Dan had a stroke and drmk was taking dictation.
You “ass-mued” Dan?
Is that legal?
I thought it was Fun With Diacritics Day.
Is ass-muing what happens after a stroke?
Sounds painful.
I thought our Dear Llama-Nun must have bought her coffee off of eBay or something, and she was experiencing mild to severe brain trauma. You can’t trust those people on eBay.
And Sj, I think ass-muing is like Isaac casting asspersions, but for an Ostrimu.
I find it ironic that dyslexia is so complex a word (and that I spelled it correctly).
It’s like lisp being spelled with an “S”.
Or hippopotomonstrosesquipedaliophobia.
The holiest of grails can be found in the castle of Aaaaaaaaarrrrrrrgggghhhhhh…
yep, and here’s the score! http://www.ubu.com/historical/schwitters/ursonate.html
several MP3 versions of the Ursonate are also available at Ubu: http://www.ubu.com/sound/schwitters.html
it’s actually rather hilarious to play this to your German students and watch their reactions.
Sadly, I never get the chance to do this now that I’m teaching English….
I have to find some equally ridiculous avante-garde nonsense-opera in English to play at them.
Instead, I just make them proofread and edit posts from YSaC, and that’s probably as traumatic. I made them try to punctuate RONTATOOMAN, and they all gave up in agony after less than 5 minutes.
Ouch. You probably violated some sort of international anti-torture treaty with that.
Holy cats, I can’t believe someone got that reference.
Well, I take it back… around here, I think I can.
Perhaps there’s some sort of Rule 34 corollary for YSaC related to obscure musical and literary references.
BRAINBLEACH! FETCH ME BRAINBLEACH!
Is there a rule 34 for brainbleach?
Well… there is a hole in the bleach bottle I guess….
**Checks the “Buy in Bulk” option for the order of BrainBleach Brand Brain Cleanser and Mental Relaxative on Amazon.Com**
On Second Thought…
**Retcons Order, goes and buys MindBleach instead.**
*pushes away brain bleach*
Yeah, I’m good…
You’re both welcome.
Anyone else love “Primiti Too Ta”, an animation done to a bit of Ursonate? I must say, I never expected to come across a reference to Kurt Schwitters in the title of a YSAC post.
Kwii-eee!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KcrTzPAUqic
I’m pretty sure this is how you get splinter denominations. I can see it now; The First Church of Not.A.Lion, The First Reformed Church of Not.A.Lion, The Assembly of YSaC, the United Not.A.Lion, Orthodox YSaC, and so on. The Van really has shaken my foundational beliefs in the tangible… Hopefully it has the optional chalice for Bacontini communion.
Here at the First YSaC Church of Clothespin Jeebus of Latter-Day Not.A.Lions, we strive to live in an enviroment of peace and love.
Now, on an unrelated matter, I’ll be over here under the “DIE HEATHENS!” sign, sharpening the pitchforks and fixing up some torches.
How can I become a member of this denomination? Do I need to be sprinkled, dunked or neutered?
We endorse baptism-by-passing-through-a-truck-filled-with-bees. It hasn’t quite caught on yet with most of the
captivesparishioners.I thought you got splinter denominations from using old clothespins.
Or were those splinter demonimations—-from Satanic churches?
SJ, I’ll mix the kool-aid for the Sunday Social. I make some killer grape kool-aid…
I’ll bring my Castrate-O-Matic. It hasn’t been getting a lot of use recently, and it’s kind of rusty; but I’d bet it still works just fine.
Make mine a sacramental bacontini, extra dry and extra crispy.
Bees be wit you.
**Stands in loneliness over by the Temple Beth {AND|XOR}, takes down the sign, and puts up a new one. It reads: First Bank of YSaC**
Anyone need a loan?
Sweet.
I need somewhere to deposit all this valuable vintage cereal I have. I’ve just been keeping it in tubs.
I’ll bring the wombats.
… and a pyx in the shape of Lionel Richie’s head.
… and an ossuary in the shape of a camel table.
Resting upon the Sacred Red Table, Taken For Free.
I’m honestly shocked that they didn’t say “Cistern Chapel” or “Sixteen Chapel.”
Or “Nurse Chapel” or even “Dave Chappell”.
Aix-la-Chappelle?
Something weird started happening yesterday and again today. Whenever I open the mainpage of YSaC website, the whole page starts frantically scrolling up and down and finally lands at the very bottom. This is the only website that it’s happening too, and seems to keep happening now. I’m on a PC using Google Chrome.
You haven’t been buying haunted toys on eBay, have you?
Doesn’t sound like there’s been any ecstasy or killing pleasure involved, though!
Could be a different doll. Maybe a Gumby that got picked on in grade school or a little red wagon no one got around to fixing.
You can’t ride in my little red wagon!
Front seat’s haunted and the website’s draggin’.
I keep trying to come up with a reply to this, but my brain keeps going “BEWBIES!” when a thought begins to coalesce. It’s chest very hard to grope around for my very breast snark right now for some reason. I’ll attempt boobie a less distracted taco in the future. Mammary I should go lie down.
Would it be better if I put Michaelangelo’s David up here?
Yes please.
For penis sake, yes!!!!
Geez, maybe my gravatar is a ruthless sadistic image. Taco, stop saying the code word!
Oooh, I see knees!
Ah, it worked!! However, on my own screen I’m still seeing the Queen of Heaven herself.
Knees… WITH MAGIC RED CIRCLES!
But you all know WHOSE knees, right?
What’shisname!Marvin the Paranoid AndroidHobo Jim down the Block!Oh, wait, it’s just Dave.
That Eyetailyen statchue what you can see his winkie.
No, that’s Harley, Dave’s son. All those eyeglasses need is a fake moustache and nose.
I’m pretty sure it’s the statue titled “Torgo in Springtime” by Howie Michalenaglo.
Ah, we all know Torgo has goat legs!
Or more like Were-Goat knees.
Yes, the only man built with lycanthropic goat knees. The fuller the moon, the larger the knees.
“the fuller the moon, the larger the knees”?
To be physically proportionate, anyway.
Google Chrome has always been a little iffy with YSaC. When Chome is throwing one of the YSaC tantrums I usually use Opera. Haven’t had any problems so far with Opera.
Also on a PC with Google Chrome & it’s not happening. (10:25am Pacific)
Edited because it is happening on the main page. I just follow the tweets so didn’t realize. I am automatically jumping to the top of the comments; thought it was the link in the tweet that started that.
Yay, maybe my husband will let me get a new computer if mine is possessed!
*grumble*
Yeah, ySac is scrolling around all crazy for me too. Mac and Safari. It doesn’t go back to your post when you comment either. My possessed doll is getting pissed.
I;m using IE7 and it’s not doing the scrolling thing but it’s not finishing loading. I can navigate normally and see everything, it just never finishes loading.
YSaC has been taking FOREVER to load, but is otherwise fine with Firefox on a PC.
I can’t imagine why that is. I’ve disabled virtually EVERYTHING — there’s no more ads, and there’s very few plugins left. The only thing that might be holding things up is the facebook widget in the sidebar.
I’m using Firefox on a Mac and it loads quickly for me.
As far as I can tell, it only happens when I try to load up the day’s post. Once I’m on the post, or if I click a link for a comment from the sidebar, it’s fine, though.
No problems for me, but only if I use IE 8, and use CCleaner once a week on cookies and cache. This on wintel. I can get two, sometimes three, sessions on FF on the same machine before something hangs up.
Maybe the links to either graphics, or a response to CL “flags” too. Have not found any supporting evidnece for that–been busy with the gmail hack.
I’m using FireFox on a PC and don’t have any problem.
I’m using Pldnhalkctt on a catulator, and don’t have any problems.
How odd. It’s not doing it for me; I’m on a Mac using Firefox. I’ll poke around a bit, but if I can’t replicate it I probably won’t be able to figure it out.
Is the URL just http://www.yousuckatcraigslist.com, or is there something after that when this happens?
No, when you jump to any single day page it goes crazy too. It loads, jumps around, and then usually settles on the bottom. The Facebook link on the bottom is loading last, so that may be what’s causing it.
Netscape on a Commodore 64, Windows 1.0, 256K RAM, dial-up modem – really fast load, under 5 minutes!
*really FF,PC, Win7 – no jumping, no skipping, no loading problems*
Aw… for a minute there you got my hopes up that I could make an old-person joke at your expense.
Hey, go for it Astro – if you don’t someone else will have to. I realize, of course, that you are too young to know the wonders of the C-64. Ask nice and I’ll tell you all about my Corvairs, too.
Knock ’em dead on finals!
I’m using Chrome and it does that to me, too. Chrome hates YSaC. It only recently re-allowed voting on comments.
But maybe it’s just rebelling against the bizarre spambot ads. PEA SOUP.
And Ford said, Let us make a van in our image, after our likeness: and let it have dominion over the streets, over the highways, and over parking lots. So Ford created a van in his own image, in the image of Ford created he it. And Ford blessed it, and Ford said unto them, “Make me an offer”.
Is that Ford Prefect?
Well, I changed my avatar, but it’s not looking different here. Can anyone tell me what to do?
You might have to clear your cache in order to see your own avatar change. I’m seeing knees.
Ditto on the knees. What are those red things?
Circles to bring attention to the knees!!
Or haloes, maybe.
Looks like ring-around-the-patella. Maybe you should try presoaking.
The red circles around the knees make me think of plastic surgery, not exactly sure why.
Knee jewelry! Featured on today’s Etsy!
The master approves of these large knees.
Cue Sir Mix-A-Lot
I like big knees and I cannot lie…
Oh, I kneed you baby
Yes, I kneed you baby
Well, I kneed you woman
I kneed a good woman around
Every night about this time, babby,
My love comes tumbling down.
Knees be with you.
I thought you kneed a man.
Then you hit him with your purse and call him fresh before slamming the door in his face.
A few of my friends claim that you’re supposed to knead a man, molding him into what you actually wanted.
I find kneading them leaves them spongy and, well a bit doughy.
Holy Lacawates Valtrus-Suka, Batman!
It’s terrible!
It’s a trap!
Everyone knows that one should put lots of salt and vinegar on the eggs in any bowl of
WD40w3grjtiyr8t5u87ir7674687o86786!Ugh. tired of it raining indoors. Goind to shut this machine down, and let my humidity-aching joints relax, somehow.
An under-peachy day, that feels under-good, and not much light at the end of the tunnel (which looks far too much to be like a well, and a well being filled in too).
Broken in snark, in pocket, in body, I shall away. Trying to not long to rouse from this a moildy-green skull caricature . . .
Only needs puccini music to make it a wonderful aria…
Capn, even in your under-peachy moments you still read like an undiscovered chapter of Ulysses.
Probably all the bards and raconteurs in my family, and their methods and habits of expression rubbing off. Or some such.
Was told not too long ago that I express myself like my (now late) great grandfather. He was a well-travelled and well-read man, no a terrible thing to hear.
That was awesome. I bet you got miles to go before you sleep too, huh?
Nope, no reason to leave.
Just move everything in my office that had accreted there over the last decade, and get it out from under the leaky ceiling.
Battered out s scheme on autocad on the old desktop machine; then spent 1630 to 2230 executing that plan.
Ugh. Joints and articulations and meniscuses were enough annoyed for getting a month’s rain in just the two days. Heaving and hoving and to and fro-ing, in just the few feet back and forth repeatedly a joy under-desired.
(Ok, so, I did “drop into” Ulysses mode there, but it sufficed to communicate.)
I’m sad now and not sure why.
I think it was the “I shall away” part. Made me sniffle.
“Goind” struck a special sadness with me.
Not “moildy-green”….?
I was thinking Moildy-Green was some sort of Mountain Dew reference actually. And I used to like Mountain Dew, so it made me feel warm and fuzzy.*
*Might have also been the vicodin.
Mountain Dew actually has a new flavor ‘Distortion’, supposed to be intensely lime-flavored. It tasted more like diesel fuel from a cardboard box. I dew the regular fuel, thank you very much.
My wife loves the distortion flavor for some reason. She mixes cherry syrup into it and claims it tastes like Cherry Lime-aid. I think it’s nasty myself.
My uncle likes to drink V8 with Beer. He also likes those fruity drinks at restaurants, like… what’s it called… mudslide something or other. My dad refers to them as “fruity girly drinks”.
And before you ask, he’s married. With children. So, no, he’s not gay.
Mudslides aren’t fruity, they usually have ice cream in them. You might be thinking of a daquiri or a pina colada, those usually come with all sorts of frou-frou girly bits around the edges.
V8 with beer sounds vile 🙁 , Like “Cement Mixer” vile.
Fruity here is not used in a literal sense, but in a figurative one.
I have seen him order the other two drinks you mentioned as well, however.
Singapore Sling is also fairly fruity and girly. It’s also one of my favorite drinks.
Singapore Sling:
Equal amounts pinapple, orange, mango, and guava juices.
Splash with cherry syrup.
Add Gin.
Top with 7-up.
Men who drink girly drinks don’t need real instructions to make them.
Don’t call me Girly.
Hmmm…
that’s possibly either very sad or very zen, Cap’n.
*passes the lime margarita gallon jug to the Capn*
Capn, will be keeping you in thought. Know you are part of a community that cares about you, peachy or un-peachy, with or without snark.
Recognize, and appreciate, that support.
Been one of those days done wrong songs, though.
Could have used help & support from, oh, 3 miles away; and not 300, 3000, what not miles off.
Just a day where every low went lower, every blue bluer, and ne’er the labor any easier. Thursday with no answers putting the kibosh to a week, the week reashing the first fifth of June, and precious little to look forward to.
Not the stuff to put spring in a step, or lighten heavy loads, nor raise laughter in the face of aches and pains and unrealized hopes, dreams, even mere good wishes.
Will be a new day soon enough-under ten minutes per the clock. Friday, one of my less-dood days over the last 19 straight months or so.
Oh, nice! Primiti too taa nnz krr muu!
And a “Klaatu Barada Nictu” to you, too!
(Look Mudsy … “to” and “too”!)
Two tos, too?!
Alla Breve?
Two tutus too, to you, Et Tu?
*golf clap* sarajean.
🙂
Try that.
[Edited by drmk to remove a massive link.]
Awww… it’s less fun without the massive link…
She’s probably gotten fed up with all our link exhibitionism.
It’s Fascism, I tell you.
Sorry. It was screwing up the style sheet. I figured with the other problems people were reporting I didn’t want to make it worse.
Well, I can understand that, then.
Next time, can I link to a page with the massive link on it for them to click and see in all its prodigiosity?
Also, my favorite of all the anagrams (I rearranged the word order a bit):
Tit-Rig Jury Row.
I have no idea what it means, but it makes me laugh.
Alright, let’s get serious here. I would like to make a motion that our band name of the day be:
The Typing Mugs opening for
GREEN PEA SOUP
T0NitE! @ teh 40WaTt!!!!1111!!!!elebenty
and I also move that we reinstitute the Ye Olde Englishe Pubbe Name offe the Daye among this fine land of YSaC.
Maybe we should get green here, and make it the 32WaTt coMPaCt FluOReSceNt.
All for?
Against?
Apparently everyone else is passed out from fruity girly drinks. Drooling on the sofa a little.
Meredith, another slice of your charming wit in the Don’t Suck box! Hooray!
Punchity Punch Punch, Meredith!
G’Night, Plymouth!