Women’s Raleigh Bike – $100
Like Brand New, maybe rode it 3 times! Excellent condition, like BRAND NEW. Moving and have no storage for it.
Remember that one episode of Muppet Babies, where baby Rolf was driving around the world on his souped up piano?
What? Oh… Ah, erm… no, of course you don’t.
Neither do I.
Anyway, this is nothing like that.
Thanks for the link, Arienna!
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Cool, it’s got a seat warmer!
mmmm, seared ass flesh and propane
I believe that is commonly known as “Rump Roast”…
I thought it would be more a case of Ass Burgers Syndrome.
Can I get that super size, with a shake?
*Shakes*
*Jingly Jingly Jingly*
My milkshake brings all the bikes to the yard.
*Peddling furiously*
IF : Person who uses BBQ grill for bike has Ass Burger Syndrome. Ah, so.
(singing along with Queen)
I want to ride my propane grill.
I want to ride my grill.
You say grill
I say bike
You say shit
I say shite
Hey man I don’t want to be the ass burger for America
I don’t want it, it’s a grill’s bike.
Only barbie would ride this thing!
I don’t know, I’m pretty stoked about it.
I would enjoy seeing Barbie ride that. She looks so much better when she’s on fire. There are just too many people I can say that about.
***Looks around, heaves a sigh.***
BARBIE NOT ON FIRE!
Happy now?
BUTTOCKS NOT ON FIRE!
*Pouts in the corner*
Barbie Not on Fire is the name of my Transvision Vamp cover band.
*hands Taco a slice of coffee and a tissue*
[OT]
Heading up north for the Easter weekend to visit the in-laws with the wife, so I might be a little scarce. I’ll still have my Mac and iPad with me, along with my iPhone to tether (they don’t have wireless or any form of acceptable Internet up there fifty miles outside the ass-end of nowhere) so I can still check in, just not as frequently. I’ve got stories queued up in two-day intervals (the last of my backlog, so from here on out it’s all new stuff after Tuesday) so I’m all set to go eat entirely too much turkey/ham/pasta (I married Italian), watch cars pass by at a rate of about one an hour, and try to pet horses only to be zapped by the electric fence again. (I scared the hell out of one horse when the latter two events crossed paths.)
Save some pie and coffee slices for me!
[/OT]
Buon appetito. I’m going down to Southside Virginia for Easter. I can take my LTE adapter to get onto teh interwebz, but it will run at only 3G speeds down there.
We don’t have 4G in Canada yet, but our 3G speeds are respectable enough for surfing and streaming Netflix, so I’ll be fine with that. Just can’t stream anything while on the train, as coverage is very spotty on the move.
Do you usually have trouble with your stream and spottiness? You should see the doctor about that MF
Or a veterinarian.
Oh, I’ll be fine. It’s just an allergic reaction to travel. It’ll pass with some bed rest and beer, not necessarily in that order.
On a related note I’m on thhe train as I type. Wanted to surf a little before I start hitting wireless black holes. My bars are already dropping, so I should probably just hit post and pray.
If you hit a post, prayer probably won’t solve the problem.
That happened to me when I was much younger…
:gets glasses:
Wait.. What?
Well, my device is a little over a year old, and the second generation is already out, so that’s about the right age to hit digital adolescence.
You need an Irish model. Their bars never drop.
OT: I am turning in my paper today so I may be conscious for the Easter get together here for my niece’s sake but otherwise I will be sleeping.
At least you didn’t marry Caeser. Not only would you smell like anchovies but you would be a widow and really old.
Lara, if you are replying to Mindfield, he’s not actually qualified to be a widow. And while Caesar may have been swept off his feet by Mindee’s dazzling charm and wit, Mindee might not return the interest. Just a thought.
Yeah, Caesar really wasn’t my type. He was a bit of a douche, though he played a mean fiddle.
*cough* that would be Nero, MF *cough*
Well, technically, since his name was Nero Claudius Caesar Augustus Germanicus, you could call him Caesar.
Oh, burn!
Bah. Nero, Cesar, the only thing that matters is whether they go with white or red wine.
Oh, these kids. They think they know everything. Oh…damn…they do. Well done, young man.
*eyeballs flask as it bubbles over*
MF, champagne goes with everything. 🙂
If we are engaged in [Roman corey], technically, our man Nero was born Lucius Domitius Ahenobarbus, then adopted by Tiberius Claudius Germanicus, who had been raised Caesar after the assassination of Caligula.
All of the emperors after Gaius Julius were given the honorific name Caesar; after Octavian, this was further amended to be Caesar Augustus.
Oh, and Nero’s instrument was a Lyre, and he may have been performing The Sack of Illium as an amusement when the Great Fire broke out (Tacitus says it’s all rumor and gossip).
[/far-too-much Gibbons at an early age corey]
You people are nerds.
*waving the YSaC flag*
Yes indeedy!
Ooooh, maybe that should be the next thing Silva designs! *wearing Cat Math hoodie again today*
I’ll be here all day, because we aren’t closed, but we won’t be busy, either.
MF, I once had Thanksgiving with Italians – first time I ever had that dinner with a pasta course (because traditional Thanksgiving cooking just does not have enough carbs!). Nice variation on the usual.
Despite the fact that none of us are Greek, we will have Greek dinner on Sunday (it’s a tradition, origin of which is now lost in time). Lamb and spanikopita and stuffed grape leaves, oh my! (Tzatziki and baklava and coffee, oh man!) First, however, I have to stay awake and look lively during the sermon, since my uncle gives it.
Ooh, I love me some spanikopita. Dolmades, not so.much, tried it once but found the grape leaves too bitter and chewy. I will nearly kill for a good gyro loaded with with fresh tzatziki. Baklava is hit or miss for me. It seems like it’s easy to get the ratio of phillo to filling and honey wrong so sometimes it’ll be good, others it’s too rich or too dry.
Now I have a craving for Greek salad.
Try Greek.
I love Greek, my last boyfriend was Greek and I miss him for the food as much as anything else (that is what we’re talking about here, right?).
Best gyro I ever had was at a little hole in the wall on St. Charles Avenue in New Orleans around 3 a.m.
So that’s what the kids are calling it these days…
Spanakopita. Mmmm. Lamb–not so much. I’m burned out on lamb after having it every weekend throughout an entire summer.
I had Italian Thanksgiving once, as well. There was lasagna.
STOP IT! *mops up drool from keyboard* Lamb, love it! Lasagna, can’t get enough! Easter plans: Shrimp Ramen and dry bread crusts.
We’re having Indian. Mmmmm Naan…
Ugh… After spending two weeks in Bangalore, I swear I will never eat Indian food again…
[Indian food corey (sorta)]”You’ve got your flat bread, and some pasty stuff, and some white goopey stuff, some yellow goopey stuff and your brown goopey stuff. Tear off a piece of the bread, grab some of the pasty stuff with it, and dip it into any of the goopey pools, and eat it, with the fingers of your right hand only. The left hand cannot even touch the plate.”
Ever try to tear a piece off of a round flat bread using only one hand?
Even when the food tasted good, it had something to put me off, like the chicken stuff had chopped up pieces of (obviously) chicken in it, but they didn’t bother to debone it before chopping it… OW![/Indian food corey (sorta)]
Finally arrived at my destination. The entire house already smells like Easter dinner. The train ride was butt-numbing as expected, and also as expected, peeing in the toilet of a moving train is like trying to practice archery when the target is attached to a coffee-infused chihuahua. For men, anyway, but it is for exactly this reason that sitting during the process is generally not recommended.
At least we’re being driven back.
This gets my vote for simile/analogy of the day. And not just because it reminds me of this (a longtime family favorite) Far Side cartoon.
http://lechatnoirboutique.com/proddetail.php?prod=FSNLD
I do, in fact, own that coffee mug. It was a gift so I have no idea of whether this was its provenance.
Enjoy your visit, MF!
I’ll remember that next time I need to use a bathroom on a train. And I will laugh so hard that people will hear me and think an insane woman is using the rest room. They will be correct.
I dunno… It looks fully functional to me.
Love it! This will be hung in the YSaC Gallery of Cool Shit and Stuff.
🙂
I want a glass arm.
Shush, you. It was done in pen.
State or Federal?
County, actually. It was only a misdemeanor.
Oh, I know her and her sister Miss Understanding.
Pig Pen? From Peanuts?
Cute! The fact that there’s two of them reminds me of the Calvin and Hobbes sled or wagon rides :-p
Aww, that brings back happy memories
Holy cow! That bike looks SMOKIN’!
Even without pudding!
It needs the patch or gum or something!
Happy Earth Day!!
Sir Walter Raleigh could be hiding under it. I don’t know about the bike part. Many people rode Sir Walter Raleigh *wink wink nudge nudge say-no-more”
Edit:That was not supposed to be a reply to myself. derp
Derp derp squee!
Derp de derp de derp squee squee!
Squee ee eee derp!
Derpidy derp derp squee derp squee!
Derp derp squee!
Derp de derp de derp squee squee!
I appologize to Benjamin Disraeli for that.
My own theme song! I love you Taco man
Backyard Iron Chef meets Extreme Bike Sports! Flame On!
Fire extinguisher on stand-by.
That’s a given with most of the things we talk about on here. 911 is on speed dial and a hose and fire extinguisher are always on hand. They are all bedazzled. Even the buttons for 911.
Oh Barbie Q
Oh Barbie Q
Oh Barbie Q baby I ride you
Barbie Q
It’s my buns you’ll heat
You cook them just like meat
It’s my buns you’ll heat, you cook them just like meat
Barbie Q
Oh say that you´ll heat them through
Oh say that you´ll heat them through
Oh say that you´ll heat them through and never leave my steaks blue
Barbie Q
Needs more cowbell!
What couldn’t be improved by more cowbell!?
*Looks around furtively*
*Mixes pudding with napalm*
Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!
OOOOooooohhhhh! I’ve several places desperately need servings of Napalm Pudding.
Which will be all the better for the Sparkies in question asking “Where’s the ‘Nilla-n-Chock’ <whoosh> ”
Are you compensating for something boys? Perhaps you only have small puddings on fire in your pants?
Raleigh bike? Raleigh’s slooooooooowwwwww….. I want a Charlotte Bike! That’s where the money’s at.
*stove thinks*
“Why is everybody all up in my grill?”
They should have played up the baby seat on the side. Who wouldn’t enjoy riding this fine…uh…this fine thing with their little tyke?
OT
In other news…
I read this today and thought of everyone here mainly due to the snark the supreme court judges have displayed in these cases.
It also has a poncho in it! 🙂
Wait, wait, wait…..
A bunch of snarky folks and a poncho. Hmmmmm.
Are we the Supreme Court?
I have the sneaking suspicion that we are! That would explain the sheer number of random benches in the snark lounge, and all this extra curly wigs.
And if we are, which one of us is Diana Ross?
May I be Patti LaBelle?
I wanna be Mary Wilson!
Inspector Dim of Scotland Yard:
If I were not in the CID
Something else I’d like to be
If I were not in the CID
A window cleaner, me!
With a rub-a-dub-dub and a scrub-a-dub-dub
And a rub-a-dub all day long
With a rub-a-dub-dub and a scrub-a-dub-dub
I’d sing this merry song!
Counsel:
If I were not before the bar
Something else I’d like to be
If I were not a barr-is-ter
An engine driver me!
You may…
SisterLyle, thank you. I am particularly enamoured of the quote from Justice Ginsburg with the flatware and livestock reference. Something about the marching band reference reminded me of the Sarah Vowell piece about when she was in band, so to make it even more dry I was imagining Ginsburg’s words as read by Vowell.
I love Sarah Vowell. She’s like Carol Kane on crack!
Absolutely welcome 😀 I tend to lurk around Cracked on slow days.
*psst* Taco, you sis is on crack!
Back in my day, bikes didn’t have all those fancy buttons and knobs.
Kids these days.
Yeah, but it was much harder to get those older bikes lit. These new ones are nice and lite up with just a push of a button.
[OT]
I’M FINISHED WITH STUDENT TEACHING!!! Yesterday was my last day. I’m about to graduate with some sort of fancy degree that makes me a Master of something.
My students wrote poems for me on my last day. The best lines were:
You laugh at everything.
You grade like Hitler.
Anyway, this is relevant because now I can spend more time here in snarkiness. 🙂
Until I get a real job.
[/OT]
Woof, I know what that’s like.
I took one of Hitler’s painting courses and if you don’t get the happy little trees just right, you fail the course.
Ve haff vays uf makink de hoppy vittle treez!
Vy arn’t your treez smiling?! NO PAINT FOR YOU!
PAINTING NOT ON FIRE!
What if it’s a painting of a fire?
Cake or death?
Pudding or Pecil?
PUDDING NOT ON PECIL!
PECIL NOT IN PUDDING!
PECIL NOT IN PUDDING!
PUDDING NOT ON FIRE!
THEREFORE!
PECIL NOT ON FIRE!
As someone who makes his living preparing future teachers, supporting them in their field placements, studying what they learn, and supporting teachers in their professional learning, let me take just a moment to say in the most heartfelt way possible….
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
(Also, congratulations.)
Thank you. I think.
Noni, it will be so much fun to have you more often in the Snark Lounge. And by have you, I mean absolutely nothing preverted.
Awww, nothing preverted at all?
What a disappointment.
We do have some nice Frensh Perventional over here, however, if that would lessen your disappointment. I know it doesn’t look very “Frensh” or pervy, but … just wait ’til you sit on it. 8)
It’s nothing personal, really. Taco, contractually, has right of first perversion refusal.
I used to ride my Charbriol to work everyday before it went mainstream and everyone started riding them. Now I’ve got a Kenmore that I dropped a propane tank into and put racing slick tires on. If I set it on the spin cycle gearing I can pull nearly 21mph on a level surface.
I think we can all pretend I spelled Broil correctly.
*Straining*
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briol.
Sorry, no.
Welp, there goes the page formatting.
Hah! I fixed it 😛
“Briol”… Looks French.
Sounds cheesy.
I think I will buy this “bike” it’ll get my doctor off my case, I can diet and exercise at the same time…
Nice ad Sparks, I’d rate it a schwinn and a miss.
Oh, and free misjay will ya?
Bike and a pancake.
Thanks IF.
-was going to link to that but i gots laz
I’m so jealous of your image linking ability.
My image linking ability brings all the coders to the terminal window.
Ah, how Earthday appropriate, a bike which burns propane.
Now, if that were methane drawn off a landfill of decomposing Sparkies, that would be really green <bwahahahahahahah>
harumph, pocketbook is bare, so he larder is not occupied by tasty bits of animal, and I so like to celebrate being a Person Eating Tasty Animals having cooked them over charcoal . . . especially on Erdtag.
So, it’s instant ramen soup or a dry cheese sammich for me.
I always thought one needed a Harley to be a “Hot Mama”?
Oh. Kay. Now why would web cartoonist Dave Willis draw this on the same day was we have the ride-on BBQ?
ghostcat, happy earth day Punchity Punch Punch!
G’Night, Little Bird!
Happy St George’s Day from England! (also Happy Birthday … and deathday .. for William Shakespeare)!
I wonder what he’d think of Craigslist?
Does anybody ever wish the dragon Happy Birthday? Poor dragon.
Good thought Windy – but in the face of St Patrick chasing all the snakes out of Ireland, St George certainly stopped any more dragons from appearing in England (apart from Margaret Thatcher of course).
.. and after all St George was a Turkish knight, nothing really English about him. Perhaps I should start an Arthur’s Day or a Merlin’s Day ??