YSaC, Vol. 1169: Cans
2012 January 19
Cans:
Cans
Cans
Cans.
(Thanks, sd. Nice cans!)
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Exactly what it says on the tin.
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I thought this joke smelt, but this guy really knew how to drop the bass. And it flopped around everywhere…
I’ll take both, please. Then I can be a keyboardist for an eighties cover band.
Those aren’t cans, Sparky. That’s two pictures of one can, taken at slightly different angles.
I think it’s from two slightly different angels.
The Cherubim can be so flighty and unreliable, yet creative; but the Seraphim have limited tech experience despite their attention to detail.
No, the can is COMING CLOSER! RUN!
Sorry, Dave, these look like pretty ordinary-sized cans to me, and if I recall correctly, the eighties cover band wanted giant ones.
Fish.
PECILS
No, can’t. But I am intrigued by the objects in the picture. Does his zippo lighter have any flint?
The lighter represents man’s inhumanity to can.
I sensed that was coming. And the glasses? Our myopic view of the world? Or did Funky Monkey post this?
What the fur?! I’m getting stuff blamed on me before I even get here. Monkey please!
No offense, Monkey. I love the spectacles. I was going to make a red mokey can joke now, but I’m afraid of poo flingin’.
Be VERY Afraid!
Poo flingin’ “machine” being fired up as we speak.
I was going to say that the eyeglasses represent blind stupidity, but now I’m afraid of the poo-flinging machine. Especially if it involves fire.
That’s gettin’ kinda personal ain’t it?
I bet he gets asked that all the time. How long is your fuse, Bombdude?
*corner*
Isn’t 80% of ‘net traffic for potions
For either of those conditions, red or blue
Say See Alice in corner for true?
I didn’t think anyone was allowed to show their cans on CL?
Shake ya can, but watch yourself
Shake ya can, show me what you workin with!
Shake ya can, but watch yourself
Shake ya can, show me what you workin with!
Can, Can, everywhere a Can
Fizzin’ out the scenery, recyclin’ my mind
Do this, don’t do that, can’t you read the Can?
[warning abba earworm]
Take a cans on me
Gonna do my very best and it ain’t no lie
If you put me to the test, if you let me try
Take a cans on me
(That’s all I ask of you honey)
Take a cans on me
Take a cans on me
If you need me, let me know, gonna be around
If you’ve got no place to go, if you’re feeling down
If you’re all alone when the pretty birds have flown
Honey I’m still free
Take a cans on me
<Scene: Destitute Sparky at the public library desperately seeking–via CL–to find (or rent) a partner to share his flopsweat mansion furnished in ‘recovered’ aluminum cans and with the spectre of rent coming due
Enter scandanavian musical troupe to sing the misery away with…disco>
Be the Dew.
Dewd!
Two Dew or not two Dew, that is the question
Whether ’tis Fanta in the can or 7up
The Coke or Pepsi of outrageous choices
Or to take arms against a sea of bubbles
And by opposing, end them. To switch to juice–
No more; and by juice, to say we shed
The belching and the thousand unnatural sounds
The soda is heir to? Tis a consumption
Devoutly to be consumed. To juice, to drink.
To drink perchance to slake. Ay there’s the rub.
For in that can of Dew, what slake may come?
Eenie meenie chili beanie, the spirits are about to speak.
Sorry, I’m not as well read as y’all.
Canlet by William Sodaspeare
Doors, Doors, a kingdom of doors, for KC.
(and a GasX’™ tablet for after chugging all that Dhu)
Tree
Four
Tu(dor).
Five!–No!, THREE!
Aaahhh!
Yahtzee!
**Buuurrrp**
‘Scuse me.
Is that Korean writing on that paper? Is the can special as it was from the old North Korean regime of Kim Jong Il?
Toucans.
Froot loops.
That makes me cuckoo for Coco Puffs.
It’s clearly a conceptual piece. The angles, the Korean writing, the menacing position of the lighter juxtaposed with the intellectual connotation conveyed by the glasses. It’s all about can’s inhumanity to can.
Wouldn’t it be inhucanity?
There once was a canner quite canny
Who one morning said to his granny:
“A canner can can anything that he can
But a canner can’t can a can, can he?”
And suddenly I have Orpheus in the Underworld lodged in my brain.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nDwtNttixSo
Mtn Dew isn’t just for snowboarders anymore!
Dew is still for snowpunks; Junebug fans Amp.
Cans.
AdamEve had ’em.I thought Eve had hams.
How could she have hams monkey? She didn’t own a sweater.
Unless on the 7th day god invented “fig leaf hams.”
But that would just be silly.
It wasn’t me, I had a vasectomy!
I can can can. Can you can can too? You can can can!
I can can can, but I cantaloupe.
Love, love me dew
I can’t get a clue
The can, it ain’t blue.
So Tease me May Lu
Whoa, love me dew
:MORE HARMONICA:
…and cowbell, can’t get enough cowbell.
*heartadore*
Cans….
…. by dan.
*snicker*
*milky way*
*hundred grand*
I once had a friend who was Hugh.
He nicked a half can of the Dew.
Good deal he thought.
And took a big draught.
But the chew in the dew made him spew.
[corey] ‘Thought’ and ‘draft’ (draught) SHOULD rhyme according to the spelling…[/corey] But kudos for an original limeric!
When he was little, one of my son’s favorite Dr. Suess books was The Tough Coughs As He Ploughs the Dough. He had it memorized and thought it was hilarious when I’d mispronounce a word when I was tired and on autopilot. Little brat.
Subliminal product placement, Sparky’s doing it wrong.
Dew or Dew not. There is no try.
Dave and ferret tribe (DAFT), I’ve been holding this punch for 48 hours. Put on this helmet, and all these little helmets. Brace yourselves! (This does not mean to get wire and buckles and fix your own teeth, by the way) Punchity Punch Punch!
Good Morning, Alcoa!