Ever wonder what the World Cup announcers do in the intervening four years between events?
Rude Werehouse Sale
Furniture, fabrics, trims, fringes and much more……TOMORROW JAN 7 2012
EVERYTHING MOST GO…..GOGOGOGOGOGOOGOGOGOGOGOOOOOOOOOOOO
GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLLLL!
Er, no, sorry, I meant GOGOGOGOGOGOOGOGOGOGOGOOOOOOOOOOOO!
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I wasn’t aware that werehouses howled like werewolves, or is it only the rude ones?
“GO…..GOGOGOGOGOGOOGOGOGOGOGOOOOOOOOOOOO”
“Werehouse!”
“Werehouse?”
“There.”
“What?”
“There house. There sale.”
“Were-House”?
But, but, my Naval Almanac says the next Full Moon is 9 January 2012 {{{egad’s that’s today, get the were-bane!}}}
Or, does the house need emptying before the transmogrification, and thus the 7 January date? Maybe Josh Radcliff knows–not that I’m prowling Boston hospitals to find out!
I suppose that if I were adamant about it, I could offer some of my clere [matte] finish spray, as that will “desparkle” most things. If not, the lacquer base is supremely flammable in case things need burning with fire (have not tested this on were-pudding or blancmange though).
Funny, when I first read that I saw whorehouse, not werehouse, wherehouse or warehouse…
Do they use the cat hair paint in the were-house?
I still prefer that smooth brazilian look…
You must excuse him. The poster was in the middle of his transmogrification process.
I wonder if he lost his britches when he changed, like Jacob.
“Where house.”
“Where house?”
“There. There house. There wagon.”
“Why are you talking like that?”
“I thought you wanted to.”
“No, I don’t.”
“Suit yourself, I’m easy.”
There cross-post.
The Porch light saga continues…
“Oh Bella, I love the way you ring my doorbell…”
Haha “Porchlight.” I see what you did there!
A house full of rude werewolves is having a sale? Nope, I ain’t goin’…
Can’t blame you. All that wolf-whistling is freaking annoying.
I thought I saw it drinking a pina colada at Trader Vic’s…
And its hair was perfect!
Rude Werehouse is the name of my Warren Zevon cover band.
Little old lady got mutilated last last night … it was curtains for her, but she got a great deal!
Lacy, gently wafting curtains?
Incidentally, I consider little old lady got mutilated late last night to be the finest alliterative lyric in music history. I challenge you to prove me mistaken.
Elvis Costello has some mighty fine alliterations too but I’ll concede that you are correct about this particular line. Best ever.
Totally Agree, IF. If I didn’t have a tongue, I couldn’t sing it.
I *do* kinda like “Chickity China, the Chinese chicken.” That’s just me though.
“Is this where the sale is?”
“Fuck off.”
“Oh, that was very rude! So this must be the place. Can I go in?”
“If you blow me first.”
“Thank you!”
“Hey, looser. Yeah, you on the street there. I’ve got a sale you can’t miss! What? Are you pretending you have something better to do? Get real buddy, you can’t land a date, your friends don’t actually like you, and the only reason you’re even out on the town right now is that you ran out of Ramen to stuff into your looser face while you watch reruns of M.A.S.H. So come on in, not like you’ve got anything better to do, right, bucko?”
“I’m not a fan of these new Rude Warehouse Outlets. But the prices are pretty good.”
Shut your festering gob, you tit! Your type really makes me puke, you vacuous, coffee-nosed, maloderous, pervert!!!
What? Oh, sorry, this is the Abuse Barn. Rude Warehouse is two blocks down.
You English bed wetting type…
The extra o in loser is there at no extra charge! Yes, we’re tossing in all kinds oof extraa voweles heare ate thee Ruude Wairehouusee! Now shove off, ugly.
GOGOGOGOGOGOOGOGOGOGOGOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Damn, beat me to it.
I trust that “Muebles” are dead weebles?
As far as I can tell, it’s actually Spanish for “Furniture.”
I kicked a spanish guy in the furniture once he yelled, “¡Ay mis Muebles.” I think I missed his otterman though.
I love/hate you for being so funny, damn it, Hammy. All of you really. This is the guilty pleasure of my day (well, one of them) but…grrrr…I can’t. keep. up. with. the. wit.
Don’t try to keep up. Just relax. Let the wit have its way with you.
AR, I never thought I’d say this to you, but, CORNER! 8)
[sport corey] The proper phrase is : Geaux, Geaux, Geauuuuxxxx Tigers [/sport corey]
As someone who is both a stickler for grammar and has significant Acadian ancestry (including relatives in that former French colony down south), I’m constantly at odds regarding that particular homophonic grammatical malapropism.
I always say it as : “Goaks, Teegers” just to piss off the LSU fans.
Only thing that seems to truly peeve the lsu-ers is when they go to all that trouble to get drunk in the stadium parking lot and there’s no actual football game to bring out-of-towners in to pitch abuse (and refuse, empties, bricks, wombats, etc.) upon.
Or, if the local convenience store runs out of booze . . . (the sept à onze only able to stock a finite number of “handles” of distilled spirits at a time).
Rude werehouses aren’t my thing. I prefer the polite arehouses. But that’s just me. I know a guy who preferred the romantic soon-to-be-houses. He was a little nuts though.
Hmmm, I can think of some rude public-houses that could stand to be “were” in being refined alehouses the other three weeks of a lunar month . . .
[off-topic but Selenic]
Don’t tell HHNF, but the lunar Year of the Bunneh is to be Eaten by the Year of the Dragon on the 22nd of January. Gung hay fat choi!
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After having it tickling the back of my mind all day, I still can’t figure out what “Rude” is supposed to be. Anyone?
I tried all manner of letter substitution there too. Taking into consideration their ware’s (um, no pun intended?) I came up with “bride”. Oh sure, a consonant omission and vowel switch, but it was the best I could do.
The place is an upholstery shop here in my metro area, AR. I don’t know where they came up with “Rude” either! Maybe I should stop by there today when out running errands and ask them.
Naturally, they aren’t selling brides, but things that some sexist would think the little lady would need to set up her new place to make it nice for her man.
Well, Windrose. . .what? *checks notes* *looks around for snarkers waiting to punch her* Hehehe. Cool. Punchity Punch Punch!
Good Morning, South Dakota!