CRAP METAL
Old 3 wheeler and some car parts.Call-GONE-for list of stuff.SORRY IT IS GONE.
Crap! Metal!
I was hoping for carbon fiber, or maybe reggae. But no, all we have is all this dadgum metal lying around! Oh, wait, it’s gone. Rats. Now I’m sorry it is gone.
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My first thought when I saw the header was, “Hey, buddy, nobody’s going to take your Poison, Skid Row, and Cinderella cassette tapes from 1989 if you talk about them like that. Have some sales savvy, Sparky!”
“Wait, it’s gone? Guess I was wrong!”
After I read the part about three wheels and realized it wasn’t a musically-related I still wanted to know how it got away so fast.
All the metal may be gone, but not his Rock N Roll.
Crap Metal and Old 3 Wheeler are IF’s cover bands for Cradle of Filth and REO Speedwagon.
There’s a neighborhood here in town called Reo Town (for historic reasons). They’ve recently erected a HUGE sign at the neighborhood border IN ALL CAPITAL LETTERS, and I can’t help but belt out a verse of, Can’t Fight This Feelin’ every time I drive by.
I really think they should just go the extra mile and rig up a loudspeaker to do the same.
Gone? With the wind? Frankly my dear, I don’t give a damn………..
Now Sparky is just bragging – you don’t see me posting ads on CraigsList for all the crap (both metallic and non-metallic) I don’t have anymore.
Hell, I couldn’t list the crap I don’t have anymore if my life depended on it! In fact, I can’t remember the crap I do have, which explains the three half-empty bottles of ketchup in the fridge right now.
Same here. I just cleared out the spice rack last night when I couldn’t sleep. Who needs THAT much oregano?
Probably the same person who could use the three partial bottles of cinnamon I found last time I cleaned out mine.
I think my count of half-used vanilla extract totals 5 now…
When Hubby Monkey and I first combined households we had a combined total of 6 bottles of mustard. We ate a lot of potato salad and bologny sandwiches that first year. Ah, memories.
I can’t help but thinking GONE is the name of the sparky selling the crap metal (and is apologizing for being himself). Call Gone for list of stuff. Sorry, it’s Gone! Oh, that Gone… always posting the darndest of listings and talking in the third person.
…. if Mindfield were here, he’d make up a story with some guy named Gone selling metal.
Now I have a sad.
*hands Sister the remainder of the tissue box and fluffy pillow*
You’re going to need these.
And, I’d read “Gone” as the Romangi form of “gHo^né” and spend hours contemplating the possible Nihongo puns such a name might have, and not hit the “Submit Comment” button near soon enough for the rest of the gang to make Hyacinth “BOO-Kay”japes and satires…sigh.
Hey! That must be that uncle I never met! Anytime I ask Aunt Beulah about her husband, she just says he’s Long Gone and then curses and spits.
Ah, and I see he’s into crap. Yep, now his nickname makes sense, she’d say “shit” a lot when talking about him.
At least he was a Long Gone…
I have not had coffee yet. As a result I find myself analyzing this. Was it a typo? Or was Sparky unfamiliar with the correct term? If he sewed something would he say he had some fabric craps left over? These are the questions that the non-caffienated brain struggles with today. Must locate snark, ASAP.
I liked Old 3 Wheeler before they sold out. Now they just try to make everything sound like their big hit, “All This Crap IS Gone!”
Vanishing Phones is IF’s crap metal band.
It’s spelled VANishing Phönes, thank you very much, on the side of our custom Econoline. Be sure to check out the three-wolf tableau on the back doors, man.
MandaB and Hannah are in the box! I feel like I’m repeating myself. Maybe they are tag-teaming us and we don’t even know it.
Crap.
Metal.
Rock lobster?
There goes a narwhal!
Rock, paper, scissors, lizard, Spock?
D’OH! This was supposed to be nested under Kamryn’s Rock Lobster comment. Sigh…
You still get my geek crush today for it, Manda 🙂 Even if you’ve experienced nesting fail.
I feel loved! 🙂
Sparky, if you’re crapping metal, you might want to see your doctor. You should know better than to try to eat a motorcycle.
It was just an accidental OD of Geritol! Honest!
Poor Sparky, just as he was posting this ad, his crap metal disappeared right before his eyes.
See, there’s no SORRY in metal. I suspect this crap metal is just edgy country and western. There are lots of sorrys in c&w.
All my saxophones are crap metal…
…but only when I play them.
I got out of bed for *this*?
::grumble grumble crappy weather grumble::
My mom — who is a hoarder and frequent garage sale customer — would read this ad and say: “Oh, it’s gone. But now I want it.”
It’s a good thing she doesn’t know how to use the computer I completely set up for her, or she’d really be in trouble. The internet opens up a whole new world of shopaholic possibilities for her. It’s better that she stays blissfully ignorant.
She would be attracted to craigslist like a sparkette to flaming pudding.
Anyone else notice that the internet as a whole has been rather quiet today?
It’s been a slow week. I blame gnomes.
I spent 6:21 hours (383.9miles) driving today–it was good, it was necessary, but, it kept me from filling up the inter-tuubs to full today/
When my house burned down, I had to provide a list of all my crap metal that is gone to my insurance company. There were hundreds of metal items alone, and I didn’t even list all the tools and hardware separately. The total list was thousands of items, and took months. I thought I was done with that exercise; I didn’t know I was supposed to announce it on craigslist.
Hannah, MandaB, hope your day was enjoyable. Punchity Punch Punch x2!
G’Night, Geoffrey!