YSaC, Vol. 963: A special Sunday edition …
Last weekend I tried to give away some YSaC swag and failed. (I swear, I’m the only person who can try to give something away and not successfully do it!)
Let’s try again, shall we? And, for fun, here’s a related ad:
JULIUS AND FRIENDS size medium teen shit LEGO’s !! – $5
Regular readers will know that thanks to the, er, questionable typing prowess of one of our regular commenters, around here t-shirts have become t-shits. Now’s your chance to win your own YSaC t-shit!
“But how?” I hear you asking. “How, drmk, how? I’ll do anything! I’ll teach my cat to sing opera! I’ll roll in Marshmallow Fluff and Rice Krispies! I’ll wrestle voles! I want a You Suck at Craigslist t-shit!”*
(*Note: All of these things may be a normal Saturday night in Chez Llamanun-Ostrimu.)
You want a You Suck at Craigslist t-shit? All right, come closer. No, closer. A little closer OH MY GOD YOU’RE WAY TOO CLOSE BACK UP BACK UP BACK UP okay that’s better. Here’s how to win yourself a YSaC t-shit:
Comment. Today. Below. Tomorrow, I’ll pick a number at random, and that commenter will win a t-shit.
Ready …. go! (And thanks, Amey, for the bad title!)
First? 🙂
Matt. 20:16: So the last shall be first, and the first last: for many be called, but few chosen.
Gdaddy 1:1-2 Get off my lawn you darn kids, afor I come out and whap ya with my cane.
Gdaddy 1:3-5 And lo, the Darn Kids did tremble, and cry out for mercy, and rattle their cans of spray paint in hollow threat. But the Grampdaddy was firm in his convictions, and his cane was mighty in its dreadfulness. The Darn Kids did retreat to the edge of the lawn, where they were shunned and made to eat vintage cereals and dumpster junk foods for the rest of their days as Darn Kids.
Never have quite understood how James VI’s scribners left the “some” (or “among”) out of that translation.
<sigh>
“So the last shall be among the first, and the first among the last…”
Very few scriptural certainties kiddies, you are supposed to work for it right unto the last. And then some.
Maybe they weren’t getting “some,” and figured no one else should get “some” either.
I wasn’t getting sum, either.
My calculator’s “+” button is broken.
I’m sure you’re divisor for it.
Dear Llamanun (Bees Be Upon You),
I love swag.
Sincerely,
LRC
Dearest Poncho Moose,
Please tell the LlamaNun (BBUH) that I also love swag.
k.
Dearest kelli,
Please ask the Poncho Moose to tell the Llamanun (BBUH) that I too love swag.
Kisses, SJ
Dearest Marsha,
I have long adored you from afar. Now that I have seen your ill-conceived union to Frederich has dissolved I find myself ready to decrease the range of said admiration. Enclosed you fill find a return missive. Please check in the affirmative or the negative as to the reciprication of such emotions.
Yours Etc,
Dr. Curranty Womblebottom
Dear LlamaNun (BBUY):
Please note: kelli also loves swag.
Much Love,
Poncho, poncho moose! I’m goin’ be, your poncho moose!
I was wondering if everybody was refraining from commenting in order to ensure drmk’s failure to give something away again, but Jenny’s post has broken the silence, so here goes nothing…
Throwing myself on the inauspicious number four. Just another service we provide here at YSaC.
This is a comment, placed here to ensure the You suck at Craigslist teen shit is chosen for me!
My garden has been a little lack lustre and extra fertilizer can help.
Here’s hoping that my lurking turns to winning.
You’ll need at least 3oz of clear cut Charlie Sheen for that.
Or the equivalent in Not.A.Lion blood.
I love T-Shits. And free things. Soooo….. This would be a perfect gift for me. If not, I’ll have to go back to lurking on Craigslist…
If I comment with random numbers, will my chances increase?
4, 985, 36,547, 59, 8, 3.64
Do replies count? Cause I want to yell BINGO! That is all.
“Numberwang!”
(Which will be less-obscure for those who have seen “The Mitchell and Webb Look”)
I had to delurk just to send you a not-at-all-racist note of love (hoping you’ve also seen Peep Show for that reference) for making a Mitchell and Webb reference! And to admire your Texasy avatar! 😀
Will it be a brown or green t-shit?
Pretty sure it’ll be tie-dye… have you seen what people do with them? blech.
Well, I ate Indian food last night so…
I like YSaC. And I like free stuff. So this is a win-win situation for me (well, if I’m picked, that is).
*whew* I was already spending a leisurely Sunday rolling around in marshmallow fluff and rice krispies, but now I shall continue with gusto. Wheeeeee! Roll, roll, roll in the rice!
I wanted to wait until I was comment 42, but I guess twelve will have to do.
It’s possible that you could still end up # 42, if replies count. Now get up there and start replying!!
Ooh! Ooh! Pick me! Pick me!
My cats don’t know opera but they are a pretty decent barbershop trio. And they give great foot massages. (wink-wink)
Congratulations people! You, yes you, can now get the new Julius and Friends Teen Shit Legos! You can have Mark Antony, Caius Cassius, Marcus Brutus, Julius Caesar, and much, much more! Experience all the teenaged shit that goes on in high school with the Julius and Friends Legos!
That would have made an awesome episode of Daria.
I always wanted my very own t-shit!
Once when my oldest was a baby, I ran out of diapers for her and had to use my ex’s t-shirts. She produced many t-shits.
Who would pass up the chance to cover oneself in a new shit?
Oh, wait. Today is NOT a workday.
I can comment! I can even comment with better grammar than Sparky! I would love a t-shit.
PICK ME?! yes yes yes.
If HHNF doesn’t end up entering, I’ll just give it to her if I win. She deserves it more than I do for all the time she’s put in back in the day. A t-shit would be lovely.
I agree with you, Beau! Team HHNF!
I need swag to match my sweet coffee cup, upon which is the prayer I helped co-author. My mother was less than impressed about my first published work. She mentioned something about having higher hopes for me, or something like that.
You mean she isn’t satisfied that you get to drive the firetruck and blow the siren?
I’ll just go to my corner.
some people have all the fun…
I so need a new t-shit. The rats have chewed holes in all my old ones.
OK, I’m in. My dogulator tells me that 22 is my lucky random number.
If you put all of the names into a hat and then a freak wind swoops down upon you and blows them all away, maybe you should just give up. It’s probably not meant to be.
Pick me? I never win anything and I adore your sarcastic wit 😉
My only experience with Juliuses (Juluii?) being the Dr. J, Roman, Groucho and orange types, I had to ask Uncle Google what Julius and Friends is. Holy cow, that is one ugly monkey. I’m glad my kids were never the age that I had to buy clothes with that thing on it else I might have coined the name “teen shit” myself. Honestly, it looks like a UFO with a face-shaped cabin on top!
O/T: How to tell monkeys from apes: almost all of the time, if it has a tail then it’s a monkey. If it doesn’t, then it’s an ape.
It’s “gens Julia” if we mean the clan that Caesar belonged to.
But, “Julii” is also a correct plural.
Father’s name
Clan name
given name
The famous perforated emperor was Gaius Julius Caesar, his last murderer being Marcus Junius Brutus
“his last murderer being Marcus Junius Brutus”
Doesn’t that imply there were prior murderers? Was Julius Caesar a zombie?
Full List of Known Murderers of Julius Caesar is below. There were something like 40 in all who stabbed him, although many of the names are lost to history.
Gaius Cassius Longinus
Marcus Junius Brutus
Servius Sulpicius Galba
Quintus Ligarius
Lucius Minucius Basilus
Publius Servilius Casca Longus (brother of Gaius Servilius Casca)
Gaius Servilius Casca (brother of Publius Servilius Casca Longus and the one responsible for the first stab)
Decimus Junius Brutus Albinus
Lucius Tillius Cimber
Gaius Trebonius
Lucius Cassius Longinus (brother of Gaius Cassius Longinus)
Gaius Cassius Parmensis
Caecilius (brother of Bucolianus)
Bucolianus (brother of Caecilius)
Rubrius Ruga
Marcus Spurius
Publius Sextius Naso
Lucius Pontius Aquila
Petronius
Decimus Turullius
Pacuvius Antistius Labeo
Also, Marcus Tullus Cicero, although he did not participate, was all like “Dude. I never get invited to these kinds of parties. You totally should have called me up.” when he found out it had happened.
I just had an actual conversation with someone the other day while looking at a picture of a beautiful white tiger. He pointed to a shadow and said “Look…there’s ANOTHER LION in the background.” He had no clue why I found that so damn funny.
This is a comment.
No it isn’t! Well, it isn’t a very good comment, then.
Ceci n’est pas un commentaire.
Esto tampoco es un comentario.
Hahaha!
By the way, I will officially disqualify myself since I am a member if the staff here at YSaC. There will be no cheating on this contest. *wink, wink*
I don’t know about this. I guessed last weekend and all I got was arrested for stalking Windy.
Good times, good times. 8)
Weren’t there pictures involved as well?
Something to do with Bea and Windy …..
You’re one of two people. I’m the other.
It depends on if anyone actually wants what you’re trying to give away, and that depends on what it is 😛
When I was selling zebra finches, someone contacted me to see if I still had the birds. I replied that I did, and I was eager to make way for the new babies coming in, so he could take them for free. He responded that he got a better offer.
The upside is, I later sold all 7 birds for $3 each. 8)
Put me in the group of people that never win. I present as evidence the numerous lottery tickets and letters from Ed McMahon proclaiming that “I may already be a winner” from the last 10 years.
Every day I look out the window looking for the PCH van. I’m about to give up.
LL, don’t ever give up! Never, ever, ever! You never know, some day you’ll be standing there, minding your own business and a house will fall out of the sky onto you. Then some darn kid and a dog will steal your shoes.
I hope they enjoy the athletes foot. Little thieves.
Rest in Peace, Ed McMahon. May you always carry the biggest cardboard check in the sky.
As long as it’s not teen shit (got enough of that around my house already), sounds great to me.
I’ll roll in Marshmallow Fluff and Rice Krispies!
Dear Llama-Nun (Bees be upon you),
I just want to know if it is you or Dan that rolls around in the Marshmallow Fluff and Krispies – could cause a change in perspective depending on your answer….
Oh, and if it both, concurrently, we may or may not want to know the details.
I’m going back to my corner now, with the pictures in my mind….
That’s how you make Easter treats for the Easter Elf.
Er, that’s how you make the Easter Elf the Easter treat?…. um.. anyone got a Twix?
Oh, I thought we were rolling the voles in marshmallow fluff and Rice Krispies, and then frying them.
I do NOT want a T-shit.*
*Thus insuring that I will win, bwhahahaha.
I truly wish we could give ‘dores for your commentary on the posts.
Gosh I haven’t commented in like a year.
STEPHANIE!!!!!! You have been a bad, bad commenter! Go to your corner!
I think it has been longer than a year for me.
Wow this is awesome. I have some pretty messed up things on CL!! You would not believe how stupid some people can be.
Thanks for the chance.
I think you skipped a word or a line. Or maybe not. Perhaps you DO have some messed up things on CL.
Teen shit LEGO’s.
Oooo, gotta be painful. Really painful. Not like winning a YSaC T-Shirt which would be way cool.
Today’s “Get Fuzzy” should have been the omen, the vietnamese marmoset (or whatever) that eats coffee beans and is then followed around to collect them after they are passed entire was invoked . . .
Which now causes a question of just what is the difference between ConX and Lego . . . ?
[corey] It’s the Asian palm civet or luwak. [/corey]
Here’s a picture, it’s kinda cute.
http://mystyleandtaste.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/luwak.jpg
T-shirts! Classic! <3
Comments by famous personages:
Shakespeare: Be not afraid of commenting: some are born commenting, some achieve commenting, and some have commenting thrust upon them.
Linda Lovelace: It [commenting] makes me all tingly and then nothing. There should bells ringing, dams bursting, and bombs going off.
Julius Caesar: Veni. Vidi. Elucidati.
Mae West: Is that a comment in your pocket, or are you just glad to see me?
General Patton: Never tell people how to comment. Tell them to comment, and they will surprise you with their ingenuity.
Muhammed Ali: Float like a butterfly, comment like a bee.
Dorothy Parker: This is not a comment to be tossed aside lightly. It should be thrown with great force.
Some Famous Dead Person : I like pie.
Archie, you have invoked Dorothy Parker, thus insuring* a win. 8)
*This is not the opinion of anyone in charge of the actual drawing, sorry.
And here I thought Linda Lovelace would be the clincher. 😉
Nah, Linda Lovelace only if you choke in the stretch.
I’ll just be sitting over here at the vertices of the floor and two walls…
Good morning, and good luck …
Comment awaiting moderation.
No, it isn’t!
An argument isn’t simply saying,”no, it isn’t.”
Argument is an intellectual process. Contradiction is just the automatic gainsaying of any statement the other person makes.
No it isn’t!
Yes, it is.
If you want me to go on arguing, you’ll have to pay for another five minutes.
That was never five minutes!
But that was never five minutes just then.
Edit: Great minds…
I do not have £5.
I have £2 2s in both old and decimalized forms, though.
I have some used OBOs and some new vintage Crisco. A couple of Spice Christ clothespins, as well.
I really need a t-shirt. I have to wash the car. The last time I washed the car, I got in big trouble. Seems the homeowner’s association gets all piffy if you wash your car topless. Jeeeez!
Not.A.Comment.
I though Taco copyrighted T-shits?
I tried, but it turns out that when I applied for my copyright I misspelled my name.
If you roll this number, re-roll twice.
With how many of which-number-of-sides dice?
Six dice with two sides – carry the one, divide by two, add in the phase of the moon and half the perimeter of an octagonal table with six sides.
[ glances at Windy] No, it isn’t!
Oh, intercourse the penguin!
Ew.
OT: Happy National Library Week. Celebrate with a nice book. Books are those things that libraries put on the shelves not taken by DVDs and VHS tapes.
Sarcastic remark regarding post, invocation of meme, questionable pun, euphemism.
Pointing out previous comment that already covered that, correction of meme, euphemistic pun.
I feel your pain at the non-giveaway. I once tried to give away a condo (yes, an apartment you own) to anyone who would take it. Nobody did.
Some people are so fussy when the condo association is bankrupt and has a condo fee equivalent to the mortgage payment…
I bet it was something in the water that made them so fussy.
With me it’s usually the whisky in the water that makes me fussy.
I trained my cats to jump on me in the middle of the night…does that count enough to win a free t-shit? I’ll use it to shield myself from the back claws. Back claws which have in fact scratched my face from cats jumping on me in the middle of the night. I kid you not. Seriously.
Clearly getting this t-shit is imperative to the safety of my face.
My snark level is not the high quality of the regulars, so I rarely comment! Love the site though.
TelaCat, we all had to work up to it! You should just jump in and bravely comment whatever comes in to your head! 8)
*snerk*
Every once in a while, the regulars get out of the gutter/corner/time-out chair.
It would be nice for every one lurking to post something so as to bring the line back. I think it’s traumatized.
I heard it had shape reassignment surgery. Now it’s a sphere.
This is my comment.
The comment.
Here is content of comment.
Expressing my interest in t-shirts and not teen shits.
Result! I huv bin lokin fer a coul t-shit fer da sumer wevver.
Randomly inserted comment.
{seems obligatory}
This is my comment, which is mine [cough].
I want a t-shirt – does that make me too educated to use craigslist?
Aladdin reference? 😀
Shit legos are like regular legos, but you can use them to fertilize your soil too. It’s a real twofer.
Also, uh, make sure your children wash their hands often.
I could use a new t-shit to replace one of the shittier t’s in my collection.
So uh… glad that my typo prowess will go down into legend and stuff.
Not exactly what I thought I’d be known for, but hey, take what you can get, wright?
ramalamadingdong
llamamamanunnun
Weasels are ripping my flesh!
Have a burnt weeny sammich. You won’t feel better, though.
I shall wear your Tshit and nothing else. Then I shall dance with a cowbell.
You need more cowbell.
Oh…wait…that wasn’t a cowbell swinging.
I’ll be in the corner.
This comment only exists in hopes of winning t-shit swag.
I just bought a hoodie (I’m SO looking forward to wearing my Cat Math hoodie to work!) but I wouldn’t say no to a free tshirt! I wonder how many lurkers we’ll see today…
Would love a YSaC teen shit! 😉
Food!! I know whom I’m stalking. 🙂
Peep S’mores! You, madame, are a genius.
P.S. Wait, do more comments mean more chances to win? Inquiring minds want to know…
That is the working theory, yes. 8)
Free (t-)shit is the best shit there is.
There’s a free kids sandbox in the shape of a rusty boat. Don’t mind the glass.
Look at all the new people in the Snark Lounge! I’d better make some more brownies.
My fortune cookie said 143 was my lucky number, let’s put it to the test!
I wonder if the T-shirt is made out of Legos. That would seem a bit scratchy to me.
Hooray! My Doc in the box!
Waving…Swag for me, please!
I like maroon.
I’m quite sure a winner has been chosen. Hi to everyone! Got my house back. Ripped out the carpet, man it stinks. See you in the funny papers. Night night.
Well, Doctor, or Eleven, as you call yourself, let’s see if you have a cure for Punchity Punch Punch!
THIS WAS FUN!!!
G’Night, Billund!
I hope you choose mine – uh, Nine:
The number nine
Cries out and sings
A random number
In the series of things
I don’t really care
For anything much
A random number
In a series of such
I won’t put it down
It wouldn’t be right
I just can’t feel
Much delight
On the number nine
There are some wings
That lift it up
Through the series of things
When I look a nine
There is something about the number
That puts me into a deep, deep slumber
The number nine
Has its stings
A random number
In the series of things
By Seth Norton
This site is the best thing to happen in my life.
Come by and comment more, MegBee!