YSaC, Vol. LXXXVIII
hollow body electric!!!! WHERE ARE YOU
let me know
Apparently this genius believes that all you have to do is yell out the name of the thing you want and it will magically appear for you.
Let me try: Ewan McGregor!!!! Where are you, Ewan McGregor?
*looks around*
Damn.
Or maybe he’s misplaced his own hollow body electric, and he’s calling to it to get it to come home, like a lost puppy. If B.B. King was doing this, he’d be yelling out “Lucille!!!!”, but maybe this guy hasn’t gotten around to anthropomorphizing his guitar yet.
Anyway, let me try this misplaced-item theory: car keys!!!! Where are you, car keys?
*waits*
Nope. Damn.
Or maybe he’s searching for the Whitman poem, “I Sing the Body Electric“, and stating in his own postmodern way that he believes the poem to be hollow. The venerable expert on poetry, Sparknotes, states that in Whitman’s poem, “[t]he body becomes sacred through its linkage with the soul; while it is only the soul’s helper or accomplice, it nevertheless does not deserve second-rate status, for it enables not only spirituality but also poetry.” Clearly this poster believes that by calling the body electric hollow, he is pointing out that a lack of spirituality leaves one’s soul hollow, as it were.
*nods* That must be it. Thank you, oh wise sage. You have saved my Craigslist-embattled soul.
In one episode of 30 Rock, Tracey Jordan says that whenever he loses something, he just shouts it out until someone brings him that item.
ex.
“PANTS PANTS PANTS!”
and someone rushes up with a pair of pants for him…
Perhaps they are trying that?
Windy must have had a rough time picking a winner for the box for this original post. 1 comment? Seriously? How far we have come.
Good point, Lou. And luckily this was before my time. Wonder what the Llama-nun in her beesly wisdom was moved to choose?
This was early enough that the Don’t Suck box didn’t exist yet.
Where am I? Why, I am here. Behind you, outside your window, watching… always… watching…
Stalking, always stalking
Hey, Lyle. I brought the popcorn.
*crunch crunch*
What are we watching, again?
Whatever it is, I hope it’s funny. I’ve been in the mood for something lighthearted about man’s inhumanity to man.
winning lottery ticket!!!! WHERE ARE YOU
let me know
What a pity that the winning lottery ticket either doesn’t check the CL ads or doesn’t know how to respond.
And the sad thing is, what he is looking for is also looking for him. Somewhere a hollow android is walking around looking for Sparky. and mumbling about having a brain the size of a planet, and don’t talk to me about life.
My, what a big box we have today! Hope there are enough snacks in the mini fridge for everyone.
If we run out, I’ll just send Sven to the store.
Pretty and fine girl that I seen at the Burger King. WHERE ARE YOU
I really hope the girl let me know.
perhaps you can find her by identifying her purse 😉
Our eyes met. You looked creeped out. It was totally hawt. Let’s meet up again, LOL, and maybe, you know? Let me know.
Common Internet logic tells me that 97% of you will not let me know, even after reading my ad, but 3% of you will be brave. Come on, 3%. WHERE ARE YOU
Perhaps he lost his DVD of the Twilight Zone episode
Does that episode make you cry, too?
CJ, Sister Lyle, you’ve been in the box so frequently I’m giving you each your own set of keys. They don’t open anything, but they look nice on a belt. M, this is your first time, I think, so all you get is this shiny new card. Punchity Punch Punch!
Good Morning, Long Island!
Shiny!