YSaC, Vol. 1499: To every thing (urn, urn, urn)…

2013 April 25
by dan

alien funeral urn

A ceramic urn from our visiting angels just like our Meg used to make. No others need apply.

This post is so bizarre and inexplicable that I’m completely at a loss for what to say about it.

So instead, here’s some more titles:
* Urning Down the House
* Urn, Baby, Urn
* Hunka Hunka Urnin’ Love
* Urn the Witch
* Urnin’ and Looting
* Rape, Pillage, and Urn
* Beds are Urning

Thanks, Devn!

26 Responses leave one →
  1. 2013 April 25

    Dearest Sparky,

    Meg told me to tell you to stop using her name in vain.

    Or else.


    Xenia Recordia, Keeper of Figtail Fiefings and;
    Alien Urn Curator and;
    Meg Muscle

    Adores: 15
  2. 2013 April 25

    No one on earth could make this urn.
    It makes my heart fly like a tern.
    There must be an angel
    Making me an urn.

    No other persons need reply,
    Or else our Meg would start to cry.
    It’s a pottery shop of of angels,
    And they’re making me an urn.

    Adores: 5
  3. 2013 April 25

    Funerary urns for non-natives, just like Meg used to make before she went blind. Angel!

    Adores: 0
    • 2013 April 25
      mudslicker permalink

      Haiku By Hugh

      A ceramic urn
      From angels just like our Meg
      Dusty dusty Meg.


      Adores: 2
      • 2013 April 25
        Windrose permalink

        Are you saying Soylent Urns are MEG?

        Adores: 5
        • 2013 April 25

          No, but Soylent Urns is IF’s Jars of Clay cover band.

          Adores: 10
  4. 2013 April 25
    DigitalAxis permalink

    Ah, Dr. Meg Cardello, the first person to construct an urn that contained the hydrogen sulfide emissions of Xorbaxian decay. We had so many problems before the Xorbaxians realized what they breathe is poisonous to us, and we realized they weren’t intentionally trying to murder everyone.

    Adores: 3
  5. 2013 April 25

    The Meg episodes of Family Guy always have the lamest plots.

    Adores: 5
  6. 2013 April 25

    :checks closet:

    I’ve got a Marvin the Martian cookie jar filled with slices of angel food cake made by my friend Meg. Is that close enough?

    Adores: 8
  7. 2013 April 25
    mudslicker permalink

    Watch out;
    You might get what you’re after.
    Cool babies;
    Strange but not a stranger.
    I’m-an-or-din-a-ry-ALE E INN.
    Urning down the house.

    *lyrics to above ballad in original commentary

    Adores: 9
  8. 2013 April 25
    Ralph permalink

    One good urn deserves an offer.

    Adores: 6
  9. 2013 April 25
    nojazzhere permalink

    I’m hoping this is a message to the kidnappers that the ransom will be paid, just don’t hurt our precious little Meg. Please send additional information for delivery of ransom, we will not inform authorities or law enforcement. We just don’t want our baby harmed in any way. We take your threats of violence and injury very seriously, please don’t do any of that! If this isn’t actually the case, then this post is very disturbing. I just don’t know what to make of it. Have a nice day, Meg!

    Adores: 4
    • 2013 April 25
      CapnMac permalink

      Blessent mon Coeur d’une langeur monotone.
      Jean a une longe moustache.
      The Urn is against the wall.
      新高 山 を上るNiitaka yama nobore

      Adores: 2
  10. 2013 April 25
    kelli permalink

    Is this an out branching of Confuse A Cat? Are they now running a Confuse A Human service? If so, well done.

    Adores: 4
  11. 2013 April 25
    Meg permalink


    Adores: 17
  12. 2013 April 25
    Flavia permalink

    I’ve heard if one doth look directly at the alien urns madeth by the angel Meg (no longer available for your pottery needs on this plane of existence), he shalt turn into a pillar of salt.

    Adores: 1
  13. 2013 April 25
    Demon Duck of Doom permalink

    What the….? You couldn’t have told me this before I spent 3 hours filling out the damn application???

    ::tears papers up in disgust, sets fire to them, then looks around vainly for something to put the ashes in::


    Adores: 2
  14. 2013 April 25
    Demon Duck of Doom permalink

    The last time the angels visited, they left behind tiny urns of cinnamon and cloves, but not Meg.

    Adores: 8
  15. 2013 April 25
    HamCan permalink

    So that’s where they keep their anal probes…

    Adores: 2
  16. 2013 April 25
    DigitalAxis permalink

    Just in case it’s an anagram…
    visiting angels:

    Vigilant Gneiss
    Well, I guarantee they won’t go on lunch breaks…

    Ate Living Signs
    ..or maybe they will.

    Envisaging Silt
    Here’s mud in your eye.

    Slaving Ignites
    It’s good they know we react violently to captivity.

    Venial Gig Snits
    Maybe this had something to do with the post earlier this week.

    Assenting Vigil
    We’re waiting for you, too.

    Slates Giving In
    And you know what? So do I.

    Adores: 3
  17. 2013 April 25
    Kaziganthi permalink

    “No others need apply.” ??

    No other WHAT?
    Anyone other than Meg?

    Adores: 3
  18. 2013 April 26

    HamCan, Thanks for visiting your old neighborhood once in a while. Punchity Punch Punch!

    Good Morning, Altered States!

    Adores: 0
  19. 2013 April 26
    nojazzhere permalink

    Wait a minute! Is that comment (above, you know, up there) from Meg herself? Is she O.K.? Did she escape from the kidnappers, or was it all a hoax? Now I’m really concerned. One false move could be disasterous. Please exercise extreme caution. Have a nice day!

    Adores: 1

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