YSaC, Vol. 1154: What, no Peru?
2011 December 28
Dione Quintriplets in Basket – $250
Reproduction of Dione Quintriplets in Basket – $250
9 Costumed Dolls of the World – $80
(Franch, Germany, Italy, Scotland, Ireland, Spain, Mexico, Poland & Switzerland)
Call Mary @ xxx-xxx-xxxx, please do not email.
Exactly how many of something make up a quintriplet? Fifteen?
And, because Franch gives me the opportunity to make a Better off Dead reference, and I’m unable to pass that up (it’s a serious, documented disorder):
Thanks, Amy! I’m real sorry your mom blew up like that.
Quintriplets? That’s nothing. I have an authentic replication of the Oxfort Hexadruplets.
If you render the quintriplet into four dimensional space it becomes a poly-dri-doc-deca-wee-hedron-a-hexa-sexa-hedro-adicon-a-di-bi-dolly-he-deca-dodron. Anything else is poppy-cock.
Why do I want a reproduction of the Dionne
quinceañeraquincentennialquintessencebunch of kids, anyway?Because the actual Dionne quintuplets would be a horrible sight shoved in a basket? It’s the stuff nightmares are made of.
If only slightly less-horrible than the Dionne Quintuplet’s diaper pail.
Weren’t the Dionne quintuplets from America’s Hat? Maybe “quintriplets” is metric.
I think a quintriplet is something like 42 cubic grams or something.
I can convert that to knives if you like.
Pffft. Everyone knows that quintriplets are the eastern time zone equivalent of triplets.
Jeez folks. Y’all have had too much eggnog.
Dione Quintriplet is the less famous brother-in-law of Don Quixote. Quintriplet fought a glass of water thinking it was a rat.
It’s supposed to be the quintuplets, but two of them are missing.
Unless it is malaria season, and quinine-triplets is meant; which will mean we need quite a lot of gin. Could, even, require a alot of gin. Which would be sad-making for me–gin and I do not get along at all, ipecac and I have a better–more predictable–relationship.
So, by “Dolls of the World” I guess they just mean Europe, and Mexico for a bit of exotic flair. And they have a multiple birth fetish. I am picturing the original owners now, and they are so blindingly white.
I sport a nice shade of reflective white myself.
If I get any paler, I’ll probably start glowing in the dark. Then I can rent myself out as a nightlight!
As opposed to renting youself out as a night-
Corner.
Isn’t Reflective White IF’s Kenny Rogers cover band?
That wouldn’t be a Purple Supremacist comment, would it, valarie?
D’oh. My bad. My ex-husband was an Irish-Swede. I still have nightmares in pale.
*looks for a dark spot in room now
Honestly, I’m not interested in seeing anyone reproduce in a basket. Not even quintriplets.
Everyone knows a basket won’t prevent reproduction.
That’s 24 dolls all in one space. Staring at you with their cold lifeless eyes and plotting your demise.The only reason they haven’t killed Mary yet is the language barrier.
Wow! That mental image is more creepy than a whole circus of clowns.
Yup. Once the dolls all learn Esperanto, it’s all over.
I’m safe then, my dolls all wear leather and speak German…
There we were all in one place
with 24 dolls, all in one space
with no time left to leave the room
So c’mon, Spark’ be slow, and Mary sit
quintriple dolls in a basket
’cause fire better burn the up real soon
And as I see them in the ad
I start to feel really bad
No doll born in Mexico
could make me want to go
And as the flames climbed high into the night
to burn these dolls out of my sight
I saw Mary crying with lots of fright
The day that Craigslist died
Émilie died in 1954, leaving quinquadruplets. Marie died in 1970, leaving quintriplets. Yvonne died in 2001, so there are now quindoublets: Annette and Cécile.
Wikipedia doesn’t say what happened to the quintessential handbasket.
Wouldn’t Annette and Cécile be quintwins?
Anthony, Aidan, and umm… the Eskimo make up a Quinn triplet.
I don’t really want to pay $250 to watch how the Dionne Quincintennials reproduced…
camille, Dave, Ferret Tribe, I have a strange feeling of deja vu.
camille, Dave, Ferret Tribe, I have a strange feeling of deja Punchity Punch Punch!
Good Morning, Quintland!