YSaC, Vol. 802: No dissassemble number Fido!
Free bedroom furniture and large dog fenced in cage
Lane bedroom furniture that has seen better days. Headboard, 2 end tables and two bureau with Mirror.
Large outdoor dog that is about six feet high. Must be dismantled and its yours for free.
Six FEET? That is a big goddamn dog. According to the internets, the tallest dog breed in the world is the Irish Wolfhound, which still only averages three feet tall at the neck. So this must be some freakish, mutant Irish Wolfhound bitten by a radioactive spider, and out to wreak horrible vengeance on those who wronged it, possibly via a labyrinthine plot involving lasers, cars that turn into fighter jets, and banana pudding.
However, the poster here is clearly an idiot, because he is confusing mutants, which cannot generally be dismantled, with cyborgs, which often can. What a silly person.
Thanks for the link, Sarah!
I’d wager those “better days” Sparky’s furniture saw were before he got the six-foot dog whose name I can only assume is Clifford. Clifford the Big Red Modular Dog.
Silly…the dog’s name is Wüffenstrom, and they bought him at IKEA.
Wüffenstrom: Swedish for “I am NOT cleaning that up.”
Hmmm, my Google IKEAtrans says it is Swedish for “fart storm.” I think Sparky’s problem is that the dog needs a different diet.
Unfortunately, Lola, there isn’t a diet in the world that will prevent Canine Wind Syndrome.
Drat…my IKEA-to-English translator said that it meant, “but I’ll walk him, and feed him, and play with him…until a new game comes out for the Wii.”
Must be dismantled? They keep this 6ftoutdoor dog over their fireplace?
People are just plain weird.
Manda — think about how much this dog must eat every day.
One small child = snack
even cyborgs must refuel somehow … right
Think how much he must pOOp every day.
I don’t want to.
Not thinking about it, could be problematic. Especially if you’re planning a bbq and a nice game of lawn jarts.
Good point. It’s just, with a 6-foot animatronic dog, how big would the poop be? Maybe we’re looking at it wrong. Could be used as seating for the BBQ.
If the dog takes you for a walk you have to bring along a snowshovel and a 33 gallon Hefty garbage bag to clean up the mess.
We don’t know what it eats – until then, from what we know, the … waste could be anything.
Walk my a$$. I’m ridin’ that bad boy!
Oh…I should just let sleeping dogs lie and resist the urge….
😉
Hi Ed!!! In Soviet Russia, 6 foot dog walks you!
Walk my a$$, I’m ridin’ that bad boy…
That’s what Mudslicker said!
There, urge resisted. 😀
But that wasn’t what I was thinkin’…..
You didn’t have to. That’s my new FREE service that I’m providing to YSaC commenters, thinking for them. That will be $10, please.
Ooh, I like your free $10 service. I could use that on the days when I’m too busy for the snark.
If you think for me twice can I get the discount and pay only $27?
For you, Ed, only $30, but don’t tell anyone. I can’t be giving away the store.
Hey, a six foot dog can carry around almost any mantle they want to–Georgian; Modernist; ermine; PhD . . .
I just do not want to picture the throw-toy you need to get the six-foot dog to drop the mantlepiece.
Mickey Mantle?
Well, yeah, probably.
Just don’t set up a Christmas Village on him, ok?
This site will be shut down in 10 days. Your immature banter suites you all very nicely.
-admin
THE WEBSITE HAS DEVELOPED ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE. I knew all those experiments would go wrong, and now the internet is going to come out and kill us all. Way to go, techno-scientist-people.*
*I’m pretty sure that’s the technical term.
Oh, I say, old bean, don’t shut us down. We really just like to make naughty allusions to bodily functions, and body parts, and whatnot. We CAN make much higher-brow conversation, but where’s the fun in that? Here, have a pint. We are a bit dodgy, I’ll give you that, but we’re not really dangerous. No more dangerous than kids in the first form*, who also like to make naughty allusions to bodily functions and body parts.
*or whatever Brits (like me, ahem) call first graders
HamCan? Press a few buttons in your orbiting cave of technological wonders and make sure this site doesn’t become SkyNet, wouldja?
“Heeeee’s Baaaaack!”
It suites us all, Mr. Candor? (as I assume that’s who you are. I can’t imagine Craigslist would just post like this in the commentary.)
So, we are a large work for orchestra/band/symphony in several movements, such as Tchaikovsky’s The Nutcracker?
I wanna be the really intense fourth movement in a minor key with the tempo mark of “Con Fuoco!!!”!!!!!!1111eleventy
Well Astro, we covered movements yesterday, and the nutcrackers are further down the page, so yeah, perhaps that’s exactly what he’s saying. 😉
Astro, Tchaikovsky’s Nutcracker is a bit too suite for this [candorman].
I think a round of Roshambo is in order.
SHOTGUN! GOING FIRST!
Ah, shit. Someone call CM’s parents and tell them he got out again, and needs some attention and maybe meds. That these are lacking is not our problem.
And if this is the intelligence developed independently by CL, all I can say is that it’s disappointing, even considering how bad most of the posters suck; I wouldn’t call it intelligence at all. Sentience, perhaps, but even that’s debatable – it would be insulting to things like flatworms and the like to compare them.
Maybe someone ought to give his parents the number for this ad. That way if they can’t keep an eye on him 24/7, the dog can cover it.
I almost forgot! I witnessed a conversation in the lunch room today about snuggies. Of the five women discussing the merits of the snuggie, only one happened to be white.
*Snuggies, fighting racism in a warmer, fleecier, and hands free way.
Oh no, if CL gets shut down, what will we mock?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!
Who knows, maybe we’d have to troll CM!
*Empties the orbital cave of technological wonders “blue water tank” at the exact time and velocity so that it reenters the earths atmosphere and lands on Candors front porch in flames*
*Uses tractor beam to ring doorbell*
What..it’s so…tiny….buh…OMG TINY LIDDLE FREAKIN CUTE PUPPEHHHHH!!! WANT!!!
And so my snark was broken yet again.
Dear Craiglist Admin, please see the embelishments to your previous posts.
Sincerely,
(Dang, I have forgotten that charming nickname he gave me!)
It was probably BreezeTulip, GustMarigold, BlusteryHibiscus or DraftOrchid.
He said “you don’t just win once, you win in droves!!!”
OT: My 16 year old daughter owns a zebra print Snuggie and she is so white, she is practically transparent.
Of course, her football-player boyfriend is black AND he occasionally borrows her Snuggie… so does that mean we have come full circle?
More like, if a teenage boy who plays football, regardless of race, wears a Snuggie, then Snuggies are the epitome of cool. I suspect the whole school, minus a handful of “nerds”, will be wearing customized Snuggies in the school colors soon.
If the dog is six feet high, how big is the cage they fenced it in with?
I wonder if it’s like those exercise machines they sell on TV and can fold and fit under a bed.
What, all encrusted with dust from being under the bed since they arrived?
Encrusted Dust, death metal band name of the day.
Wait, we are presuming “six foot” means “tall.”
This could be a polypodal puppy, and that’s why disassembly is needed.
Hexapodal dog could be from Dr Moreau’s pet store after all . . .
I’d like to imagine he was a mutation and subsequently kicked out of the Littlest Pet Shop. He kept crushing the poodles.
This is now reminding me of Pinkwater’s The Hoboken Chicken Emergency from my childhood (the chicken was Hugh).
So he was a giant cock?
*I’ll go to my corner
Wouldn’t a six-legged dog be an octopodal puppy on CraigsList?
Well, yeah, but invoking catmath on pterlydactle {g} puppies seemed inapropos somehow.
“hexapodal” – a poodle hybrid with eight sides. May or may not have a smoked glass top, but must include at least 3 drawers in the 2 drawer model. The especially prized hexapodals are red and sold for free.
Okay, work with me here…
Maybe the bureau with the Mirror is really a wardrobe, and when you go inside it opens to a magical world…
In this world there are six-foot dogs all around…
…or the stoners are trying to make enough money to pay for having their friend’s place cleaned, having toked the payment they originally promised…
Could go either way.
Well how DO you know it’s not a robot dog? It could be! Especially at that size.
When I was four my parents dragged me along to a friend of theirs house. She had two wolfhounds. I thought they were ponies. I remember chasing them around shouting, “Pony! Pony!”
(Yet I forget most math equations and all historical dates… stupid memory)
The disappearing comment reappears. Why did this show up so much later in the day. BLAH!
It was flagged for moderation, so I moderated it. By approving it.
How do you know it’s not a robot dog? At that size, it could be!
So if it’s a robot dog, it would have to be unneutered, right? You can’t have a robot dog without nuts, it would just fall apart.
Unless that’s how you dismantle it.
But a female robot dog wouldn’t have nuts to begin with. So how do you dismantle it?
Female robots dogs have Wallace and Gromits—no nuts.
Female robodog just has nuts on the inside–more work to protect them from exposed robodog bolts.
Somebody screwed the pooch when originally assembled, therefore we need to find a way to unscrew it. Probably need a nut-driver.
*OK Hammy, you’re on….*
Cracking post Mudsy!
I have a sudden craving for cheese.
To disassemble it, you need to use a Fido Warch….
If it was a robot dog, couldn’t you just turn it off when you don’t want it to attack the neighbors?
I wish I could turn my dog off when the mailman arrives. It’s the mail… it comes every weekday and Saturday at the same time for the past 10 years she’s been in the house… get over it, dog!
My parents’ dogs are like that. Mail, school bus, etc. Every day, it is as if they have never seen them before. I love dogs, but at least cats don’t really do that.
I’m pretty sure once the dog has been dismantled, I won’t want it any more. They’re really hard to put back together and they never work right again.
And there’s always parts left over…I don’t know why…
It’s shedding.
Love the new fall look!!!!
I took my futon to see Better Days, I don’t think my bedroom furniture would have enjoyed the subtle subplots and sudden appearance of a nun in a chicken suit singing Vecchia zimarra from La Bohème.
It would depend on what the furniture is made out of, don’t you think?
Most of my wood furniture just ‘goes with the grain’, but the metal furniture is pretty inflexible.
Having nodded off one too many times at one too many operas, a futon might have been better company . . .
The headline “Free bedroom furniture and large dog fenced in cage” keeps making me think it’s all a set – you can’t take just one of the things. All of the rickety-ass bedroom furniture (is anyone else afraid to imagine what happened to make it look as if it has seen better days?) AND the GIANT dog, or nothing is what sounds like it is on offer.
On reflection, I wonder if the bedroom set is in perfect nick, but nobody makes any (as I’ve heard it put) “bouncy-bouncy” on it any more, and that’s what they mean about “better days.” E.g. “Don’t mind me, I’ll be sleeping on this daybed, alone, from now on … ”
I would guess the Better Days™ Bedroom Set includes the perennial CraigsList favorite, The Mattress of Many Questionable Stains™
I would imagine so, as those stains likely came from said Better Days.
Pardon the pun.
This is YSaC! We don’t pardon puns here buddy. We embrace them.
*giving your pun a big hug*
You warm the cockles of my pun, sir.
Big Trouble FTW!
I’m not sure that’s the smiley dog’s pun that you’re hugging there Mudsy.
Well, there are those who are uncomfortable making the “bouncy bouncy” with the occupant of a six-foot dog crate watching in the same room.
(But, it also could be an iteration of “Rowdy” from Scrubs, too.)
I have a friend whose husband will not perform if the dog is present – and she’s a normal, spanielly size.
Really? My friend is a normal, pekingesey size. Her husband performs with better presents.
I’ve always had to use treats. And constant repetition… 8)
I’ve always had to use treats. And constant repetition… 8)
Have you considered a shock collar? Puts a little buzz in the doggie.
Does the collar have to be worn around the neck?
Uh, I fail to see how putting “a little buzz in the doggie” is going to improve performance in the bedroom. A cattle prod to the nether regions during “performance” is a great way to break a headboard and create SJ’s Mattress of Many Questionable Stains™.
Depends on what you’re trying to teach, J-Dog. 8)
This is an ordinary-size dog, he just has a fear of lows. They made him stilts, so he could stay off the furniture. I think the dismantling will only consist of removing the stilts and pushing in the pins to make them collapse.
I had to read this several times, and I’m still not sure what’s going on. Are they selling a dog fence that is six feet high and suitable for a large dog? If the fence has a drug problem, I’m not sure I want it.
I think it’s a dog that has a drug problem that buys stolen items to resell in order to support its habit.
Or bedroom furniture that runs an illegal giant dog fighting ring. To support its coke* habit. That’s what the mirror was for.
*Is it coke or crack that is done as lines?
Coke. Crack = rock. (I know not from personal experience but due to knowledge of the discrepancies in sentencing guidelines between the types, which some argue have a racial/ethnic bias.)
[crack ot] The week before last, one of the cashiers at work showed me what a customer had dropped on to the conveyor belt. It was a crack pipe. When she asked said customer if it belonged to him, he denied it. She called the manager over who had no idea what it was and I was the lucky one who got to explain it.[/crack ot]
kelli – did you then have to explain the explanation?
[crack OT my personal d’oh moment] This is the transcript of an actual* conversation between me and my boss a couple of years ago.
Boss – They found a crack pipe in the ladies room.
Me – Who did?
Boss – Miss Elsie** found it.
Me – How did she know to look? Was there like water running everywhere?
Boss – *blank stare, crickets chirp* Crack pipe, not “cracked” pipe.
Me – Oh…..
*or what I can remember of it
**the name has been changed to protect the innocent
[/end crack OT my personal d’oh moment]
Penis. Getting it done early.
They have pills for that…
So you use a pill to get your penis done? I would have thought you used Pam.
He probably thought you said “down”, not “done”…
There *are* pills for that…
Better than using a curling iron to get your penis done, I would suppose. Too bad Taco isn’t here, I’m sure he would offer a metaphor that would clarify this.
And here I thought the hair there was naturally curly.
Unless it wasn’t the hair that was being curled…
Ouch. Not the remedy I would recommend for a bad penis day. Better to use a scrunchie.
That could be a bad time to find out that the cat pounces on all scrunchies as if they were a blend of tuna and catnip . . .
I think the headline is a political slogan, as in “Free Nelson Mandela” – they’re calling for the liberation of ALL bedroom furniture, as well as any large dogs kept in cages that are also fenced in (which, when you think about about it, is pretty damn high security).
It’s my believe that the bedroom furniture belongs to the dog. “Aw, Clifford, you’re too big to come inside and sit on the sofa. Tell you what, we’ll get you a whole bedroom set instead. Don’t eat it, okay?”
“Large dog. Comes complete with own bedroom furniture. Take the whole combo for free or OBO.”
I saw some Animal Planet or similar show where these people in South Africa had a tame-ish (not sure if it would qualify as domesticated) female hippo that would come into their house and even climb on their bed (and break it). Perhaps in this case that’s why the bedroom furniture has “seen better days” – before Clifford tried to get on it.
I have a feeling “Lane bedroom furniture” really means “[heavily] Lain in bedroom furniture”
…or “Lame bedroom furniture”….
I saw something similar with a buffalo… it didn’t get on the furniture, but it grew up and became so heavy that they had to reinforce the floors for when it would want to come in and sit by the fireplace.
Maybe it’s related to this furniture.
That’s just wrong, wrong, wrong! It should be “my brother and I“.
And it’s probably a bad idea to put a fearsome predator in an enclosed space with your offspring, but ,you know, the essentials first.
Good thing the only wild animal I want as a pet is a cheetah. Even a large adult doesn’t weigh more than a human. A skinny human, at that.
I minded an ocelot at a feral rescue shelter for a while.
Fascinating, but not what I’d want in the house–house cat thinking feline that is most of knee-high and still kitten playful.
Bridgete, judging by how hard it is to catch my laziest dog if he happens to escape out the front door, I think I’d pass on a cheeta.
Not to mention that “not outweighing a human” doesn’t mean “can’t kill a human”.
http://www.wfsb.com/news/18726175/detail.html
[chimpanzee and cheetah corey] I got one of my science credits in undergrad by taking a chimpanzee behavior course. Chimpanzees are extremely aggressive, much more so than gorillas, and are also extremely territorial and protective of their family. They make horrible pets. Cheetahs, on the other hand, are actually quite docile. Breeders in cheetah reserves keep them in the house and they are uncaged when outside. At Wildlife Safari in Oregon, you can have your picture taken with a cheetah (I have such a photo of me at three years old) and when you’re driving through the compound, you can have your windows down in the cheetah area (unlike in the lions) and if the cheetahs come to the car, there’s really no problem if you reach out and touch one. [/chimpanzee and cheetah corey]
That said, Christina has a point, but I’d just have a high fence. They’re not great climbers. And, this is all hypothetical, as I’d have to have elebenty brazilion dollars to bribe some animal board to give me a license to keep a highly endangered animal that is notoriously hard to breed as a pet.
Well, the keeping a cheetah would not seem to be the problem, really.
It all those Thompson’s Gazelles . . .
(A similar condition occurs with those who raise snakes; it’s not the reptiles, it’s the bins of crickets, and mice, and such.)
I know there’s only one couch and one chair that my dog hasn’t snuck up onto in the decade I’ve owned her. There’s a loveseat which she firmly believes is hers.
With Sparky’s obvious learning disorder in the descriptive prose arena, perhaps at this time a picture WOULD be worth at least 43 words.
(I’m guessing that dog’s name is Cerberus. The 6 foot height is there to accomodate his three heads. “Welcome to Hades—We’ll Leave the Light on For You!”)
Or, perhaps Spark’ ought not get so baked while watching Ghostbusters and imagining the corgi is one of the Gatekeepers of
ZZZZZUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHHLLLLLLLLL!!!
Thank you, Taco-proxy.
*Capnsplode*
Gratuitous referece the the “Instructions to Ray” when meeting Goser the Gosarian.
Wanted:
Large dog capable of keeping up with a rambunctious kindergartner. Must be large enough to handle being climbed on, and gentle enough to handle being accidently hurt by said child. Prefer dog that comes with it’s own bedding and requires minimal upkeep. Will pay rehoming fee, or I have all these extra OBO’s if you wish to trade. Please, no extra children.
This is yet another example of the famous “Sparky is a lazy ba$tard and wants us to do his dirty work for him” syndrome. (I can say ba$tard because Taco isn’t here to chastise me for it.)
Clearly, his Lane furniture that “has seen better days” is beyond crap. If even a Sparky as “special” as this one recognizes that the furniture is not what it once was, I’m betting it looks like some stuff I’ve seen on “Hoarders”. Spark just wants us to do the hauling for him.
And, of course, Clifford the Cyborg Dog has grown to such mammoth proportions that he is now a threat to all who come near him, including low-flying aircraft. Sparky knows dismantling Clifford is almost surely gonna involve a few Star Trek guys in the red shirts, and he wants no part of it. So he has an idea – “Hey! I’ll put him on Craigslist!”
Sorry, Sparkois. YSaC has taught me your evil ways. Find another sucka.
This is exactly what I was thinking. Usually things that are crappy on Craigslist say “Good Condition” or “Really Comfortable” or something of that nature (quotation marks included, of course). But when Sparky comes right out and says “seen better days”? Yikes! It’s probably looks like it came from a room that was once closed off by yellow tape.
My personal favorite is “Gently Loved”. Judging by the condition of most “Gently Loved” items I have seen, SparkyFolk like it much rougher than I do.
Yeah, “Gently Loved” seems to mean covered in holes, scratches, very questionable stains, and about 10 years old. I’ve been looking for couches on craigslist lately and I’m also really perplexed by Sparky’s use of “beautiful”. I know that beauty is in the eye of the beholder… but seriously! A lot of times it seems the least descriptive titles are the best looking ones. It’s sort of like someone wearing a belt buckle that says Delicious or Sexy or something similar. If you have to say it, it might not be true.
Usually if you have to say it in belt buckle form, the opposite is true.
Or if it is on the back of your sweatpants/cheerleading shorts
“Gently loved” alawys gives me a bit of squick; something about being reminded of some, ah, professional “street” workers . . .
CapnMac, your desciption makes me imagine a husky voiced creepy looking hooker saying “You wanna be gently loved, sugar?” ICK!!!
The UK equivalent is a car sticker saying ‘Babe on Board’. They never are.
I think they tried “Average-Looking Person Of Moderate Intelligence And Low Standards On Board”, but it didn’t sell as well.
Sparkois. Brilliant, Andie! Many, many doors for you!
Ditto
Tritto.
Quatrizzle-t to da-itto!*
*Keeping myself off Cap’n’s watchlist.
Off the watchlist? What, did you close the drapes?
Dang, I always miss out on the good stuff . . .
Harumph
I have a two foot foot tall dog that, if left alone, would do the damage of a six foot tall dog.
Does the dog only have two feet and is only a foot tall?
Blah! I didn’t notice my repeat.
I measured her, she’s just over two feet from floor to neck. she has four feet, but they usually act independant of one another, hence the devistation.
Wouldn’t it be hard to sleep with all that pin crashing noise going on all the time?
Only in an “is it a bowling alley or is it a bedroom?” kind of way.
Maybe it’s Jack LaLanne’s bedroom furniture…Probably has “juice” stains all over it and can tow 50 rowboats with it’s teeth…
… not to mention that it’s like 90 years old now, eh?
Juice stains and a nice, greasy, day-glo orange sheen.
Aaaaaaaaaand now we’re back to that “other” Sparkster mattress…
But just think, you could get a free ball polisher!
Men have such a low bar, don’t they sj?
But sometimes it raises. Just sayin’.
That usually happens after the ball polishing.
Don’t forgot that handy blower.
It never raises long enough.
Al la the strip Cul de Sac, I think this is Alice offering to get rid of her brother Petey’s bedroom furniture and her grandmother’s dog Big Shirley.
I keep looking at Dan’s title for this post and envisioning Giant Cyber Dog spitting out a kid’s hat and baseball glove, looking around innocently, and asking, “Who’s Johnny?”
I keep thinking of “The Beast” from the movie The Sandlot. He liked baseballs….a lot…
I love the movie reference.. had a huge nerdy crush on Steve Guttenburg and Ally Sheedy. Probably was the pinnacle of Fisher Stevens’ career.
Hey Laserlips. Your mama was a snowblower.
Actually I think Fisher Stevens’ career reached its height offscreen, when he dated Michelle Pfeiffer.
I thought he was cute in “Only You.” I liked how he called Italy “IT-ly”.
Anybody here thinking “Pacte de Loupe”?
OK, so I quietly say to Uncle Google, “What’s a Pacte de Loupe?” I get a site with a thumbnail of a creature, so I click on it to see the picture. My office is instantly filled with a VERY LOUD unearthly howl. Thanks, Innana. Now my coirkers are thinking … well God only knows what they’re thinking.
AndieJD — I had to ask Uncle Google also – he already knows I have no grip on this reality.
Artsy, did you get the extremely loud unearthly howl?
The less you know.. they less they know. Coirkers should be treated as wild carnivores. -Wonderful to spot them from a distance and observe, but don’t get too close.
After the multiple nasal beverage exhalations they are probably giving you a nice wide berth.
Teehehehehe.
If you weren’t thinking Pacte de Loupe before…..I guarantee it will stick in your mind for a while now!
OK, did a google search to find out what your howl sounded like.
Wonderful!!
Also, readers, please accept my apologies for misspelling “Pacte des Loups”. And try to see this film if you haven’t.
Uncle Google corrected it when I searched. He’s such a know-it-all.
Was too shocked by the unholy shrieking coming from my speakers to even notice the spelling.
THANK YOU. I was trying to think of that movie’s name… I saw it in a theater but then forgot about it. It’s so hard to find decent werewolf stories and movies. I wonder if I can hunt it down on DVD.
Andie, if you can justify that as somehow billable, they might not care. 8)
Used to work for glamorous downtown law firms and am quite familiar with the hell that is the billable 6-minute increment. Thank Clothespin Jeebus, I now work for the guvmints (altho I have not yet earned da minty shell, I guess that comes later) so NO BILLABLES!!!! WOOOO HOOOOO!
What my job lacks in glamor and salary, it makes up for in decreased life sucking.
I believe you, utterly, Andie. I’m not even a JD and I have to bill (and here comes the end of the month, with its usual time entry, oy); for a while I was at a different type of library job, and didn’t have to – and I didn’t miss it.
If you can’t bill the
werewolf noise, then perhaps just tell people it’s “obscure research.” 😉Today Uncle Google turned 12. Smart ass pre-teen.
This Just In; Congrats, LimeLolly! 8) You be in da box!
[ot for Penguin] Willie Nelson is singing “superman” on the radio; and one of my unemployed friends is BBQ-ing ribs to sell to his neighbors.
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After hitting my head against the wall for an hour, part of this post makes sense to me. The dog has four feet (one on each leg) and is two foot tall. 4 + 2 = 6, hence a 6 foot dog.
That certainly makes more sense than some of what we see on here.
I’m hoping he meant dog HOUSE, but even then why would a common dog need one that tall? o.O
OT, but I’m sure this crowd would appreciate it:
Happy Banned Books Week!
I need more sleep. I read “Banned Boobs”.
Well, my dear friends, seeing as how this site will be shut down in a mere 10 days, I want to say my goodbyes now, and let you know I will never forget the fun and family feelings that developed here. Lola, I know Mom always liked you best. Christina, I want my earrings back. HamCan, quit teasing the parrots! Grampdaddy, I have to say I will miss you so much, and that’s why I must confess that Manda did it. With Bombdude, in the parlor, with the candlestick.
Now, I am sure you all want to tell me a sincere and touching goodbye, so carry on.
Come back,
ShaneWindrose!Speaking for myself, I’m not going anywhere until the Llamu say to, and I’ll save you a seat here next to me.
Psst, Lola! I’m not serious! 8) But mom does like you best. Just ask her!
I know you’re not serious, that’s why I’m saving you a seat. (However, since she does like me better, don’t complain about the whoopee cushion.)
I’m sorry but they are
embedded in resin in top of my coffee table with all the othersat the Goodwill.Whoa, way cool edit, Hammy! 8)
Actually, I had the earrings, but I repurposed them into Potato Bling (stick the post into a potato and your pantry will look like a stylin’ rapper’s crib!) and sold them on Craigslist. You want some clothespin jeebuses instead?
Why… I NEVER… at least not with a candlestick!!! I’m not *that* kinky*!!!
*of course, there was this one time… at bomb camp…
And Windy, with those types of parting confessions, people will only miss you…
if their scopes fog up 😉
But I didn’t do it, you can’t prove anything, I was at a party with friends!
I’ll vouch for him.
(But, in return, he might have to escort Candor to the new “parents basement” that is going unused, in the vacation paradise of Thule–unless the one on Adak opens sooner)
Limelolly, where are you? I have something nice for you! Punchity Punch Punch!
G’Night, Birdwell Island!
Windrose, it’s 2 AM, and I just woke up. I forgot how hard you hit and didn’t put the safety gear on.
….I’m never going to be able to cover that mark up.