YSaC, Vol. 1221: A Luow Down Dirty Shame
2012 April 2
looking for luow stuff
if u have some hawaii or luow stuff u would like to get rid of email me at buckeyes-11@#### or thru here
Let’s see – I don’t actually have any Hawaii. I had some, but the cat ate it.
Now “luow” isn’t actually a word, so lets see if we can guess what Mr. Buckeyes here meant. Perhaps this?
Or a more modern version?
Or a different genre?
Maybe I’m spelling it wrong?
You know what? Now that I think about it, I’m sure he’s actually looking for memorabilia related to an obscure X-person from the Marvel universe who has the ability to swim through walls and was apparently once attacked by something called the “Stepford Cuckoos.”
That’s gotta be it. Glad we could clear that up. Thanks for the post, Aeryn!
“Hawaii” correct, but not “Luau”?
Well, really, “Hawaiian” is truncated, so it’s not really correct.
Now, “luau stuff”, there’s a poser. That would be a pit filled with hot coals and a whole pig. Woven mats and tiki torches, one supposes. Perhaps palm trees and grass skirts, too.
Gee, most of that is not the sort of thing one would re-home. Hopefully, Buck’ does not want once-used pork and poi . . .
Cap’n, you got your words back!
I don’t see what’s wrong with used grass skirts and pork. Come to think of it, I don’t know that I’ve ever heard of anyone selling new pigs or grass. I would imagine they’ve all been used somehow.
PIIIGGSTTIIICCKK!!
PIIIGGGSTIIICK!
Ah the origin of Nerky.
Kill the pig! Slit its throat! Spill its blood!
I always thought my 6th grade geography teacher was a bit nutty when she kept insisting that there are, in fact, 51 states.
She’d often rave about the people and the parties in Luow. I thought “luow” was her imaginary place she went to after dealing with 6th-graders all day.
Guess I was wrong, so apologies to Miss Heffervescence, and Sparky I know the perfect person to get your “luow” stuff from. She’s at the “Miss B. Haven’s Divine Home for Lost Souls and Steak House”….corner of 12th and Main. Tell ’em Don Ho sent you.
That’s Don Huow in Sparklese.
I thought that maybe they meant the Loa, in which case they were confusing Hawaii with Haiti.
Lu-ow, lu-ow, oh no.
That stuff ‘s gotta go.
No, no Hawaii here… will baked Alaska do?
Duuuuuuuuuuuuude. These moose are so BROWN!
Where do they get those far out ponchos, man? Got any Doritos?
Whoa, dude! I think I can see Russia from here, man. Wonder if they got any kool-aid. My mouth is, like, soooo dry.
Farm out man,You can see Rush, eh? Aren’t they Can-Eh-dian? Spankin’!
*Sorry about the “Spankin'” bit. I just have a thing for toons.
If only I could find one of these on Craigslist…
As long as it’s not Half-baked, Alaska for you.
Uhlowhah oy
Uhlowhah oy
Uhntill whe meat ahgan!
Oi!
Vey!
Parkay!
Vhat?
Vey? Vey to much. need to lose Veight.
margarine
An owl, ahoy.
An owl, ahoy.
May you always give a hoot.
There are not enough doors that this owl can give 🙂
Damn! And years ago when my ex left his coconut-bra-and-grass-skirt-Jimmy-Buffett ensemble at my old apartment I just gave it to Goodwill.
Exponent?
Ex-man?
Ex E-Stencil?
Ex- spurt?
Ex, Why, Zzzzz?
Ex-slacks?
Luow, luow kumoniwannalaya!
*Throws Hammy’s ball into the corner*
Hey, watch it!
Those are still attached! Lu OW!!
Aaaaaaand now Hammy is LuAnn.
I have a piece of Hawaii. It’s in the stream behind my house.
Now…. if only I could keep Kenny Rogers and Dolly Parton from camping out back there.
Kenny’s moved on… he’s now singing duets with Lionel.
But ain’t it funny how when Kenny moves, his face don’t?
Funny, I would’ve said the same thing about Lionel. I’m increasingly convinced he’s a Dick ClarkBot, along with Seacrest.
For a second there I thought you typed ‘SeaQuest’ and I thought, “Wow, that’s a pretty esoteric reference. Especially since I have no idea what Dick Clark has to do with giant prehistoric crocodiles.”
That series should really have ended with them finding R’lyeh rather than the crappy time travel plot that limped that show to its end.
I pretend that the show doesn’t exist past season one. I live a happier life that way.
My life is sooo empty. I never got to go to Hawaii. Never got to go to a luow. Never got so much as a lay. Poor, poor pitiful me. Poor, poor pitiful me.
If you go to Hawaii, could you bring me back a Sioux Veneer?
Edit: That’s Sue Van Eyore.
What I really want is a SUV in here.
So, I was sitting in San Luis Obispo in my truck. I called my dispatcher on the phone (we had to use phones back then, no Qual-com). I told her I was no longer loaded. She asked me what direction I’d like to go. I said West. “But…”. I would have liked to have seen her face right then, before she busted out laughing.
That was my attempt to go to Hawaii.
I went to Hawaii right after taking the bar exam. It was supposed to be my reward. Guy I went with turned out to be an asshat. The Pacific is a big-ass ocean when you’re stuck on a rock in the middle of it with an asshat. If I had had your truck, OMV, I swear I would have tried to drive home. But, yanno, I woulda worn water wings. Cuz I know trucks can’t float.
Tank,this may be TMI, but it’s true.
Last week I went to the doctor and took a urine test. I didn’t pass the test, so I have to go back today and take it again.
Not sure what you’re trying to tell me here. But just in case, let me tell you, as a nurse, that the process to give a urine sample is different than the process at the sperm bank. Make sure you don’t get the two confused.
Not sure, but given the “asshat” reference perhaps OMV is trying to say he was confused as to which *ahem* orifice from whence the specimen was requested.
That or he didn’t study hard enough for the test and that’s why he failed.
Or, he did in fact confuse the two tests to which you refer.
I think I’ll shut up now, before this gets squicky-errr.
No sperm bank. I’ve just been studying all week so I can pass my urine test for DOT. I’ve been on unpaid leave until i can get an insulin waiver. Passing my test is part of that.
Edit: Ooh, CJ knows and beat me to it.
Well, see, if your insulin is wavering, there’s your problem right there! My doctor set me up with injectables so I could get steady insulin. I’s supposed to help me lose weight, but the only way I can see it helping is if I make careful injections around the edge of my, shall we say, abdomen, and when the perforations are completed, I can rip the fat right off!
Good thing I didn’t plan on eating for the next eternity.
Ew. That is all.
How 04/02 it is.
The nurse said I passed with flying colors. I guess she should go home and change. I’m such a hoser.
I just said something I regret.
Sorry X 10.
I like cheese.
I can’t believe I had to read all those pointless comments to get to the only one that made sense. You always save the day, kelli.
Purple dragon finger coins swell among the dew ridden honey chambers.
I must be tired today. By the time I got to the end of the comments, I forgot what the post was about and had to scroll back up.
*passes the coffee slices* We all have our moments.
As far as I can tell, the Lwów never sailed to Hawaii, and the doubleyous aren’t. Is this a Polish joke?
Sis, be sure to rub it in that you had the box to yourself, and Taco didn’t. 8) Punchity Punch Punch!
Good Morning, Kaula mokupuni!