YSaC, Vol. 1412: Mama said knock you up.
2012 December 25
It’s a time-honored tradition in some families that on Christmas night everyone goes to a movie. Well, just in case you’re looking for someone to go to the movies with tonight, You Suck at Craigslist brings you this:
movie date with fun i want a baby
hey i wanna have fun and watch a good movie u come get me please also i want a baby
Well, that certainly escalated quickly.
Merry Christmas, everyone! Now go spend time with your family. Yes, you have to. And be glad that the person who posted this ad isn’t in your family.
…. or are they????
Thanks, nako!
Dear Sparky,
I think we should just be friends and also I’d like one of your kidneys.
Kisses,
Ghostie
(puts on a sun hat and sings)
Wanna be a Sparky who’s just having fun.
Wanna be a movie-going casual date.
Let’s meet and have a baby now!
It’s always hard to know what to bring someone on a blind date; what if they are allergic to flowers? Sparky is being thoughtful and letting potential dates know her (?) preference. A baby at the movies on a first date can be a problem, however; I suggest substituting a gift certificate from the orphanage.
I meant, “I want a baby” for dinner… I think it’s a Modest Proposal.
Santa, baby! That’s all I really need, you see,
Santa, baby, I can get medical and some cash, for me, and leave the kid with mom and dad!
No babies. Not since that bathwater incident.
Merry Christmas, all my YSaC friends! Have a lovely day with family and friends…eat, drink and, as a pleasant result, be merry!
Special love to all our military and their families who are separated from each other by deployment. Heartstrings do, in fact, stretch all the way around the world!
The cynic in me thinks Spark’ is 15.
And want one of the following:
A cinematographer; possibly a trans-natal one.
Wants to star in a bawdy movie.
Or is offering pre-conception cinematography.
The charitable side of me thinks that, perhaps, Spark, is 7-9
Whose parents have sloughed off all use of computers upon
And wants a movie about bush-babies or the like.
I could be irritable, too–that wretched fluffy white filth is wallowing out of the sky in parade-confetti quantity. The barometer and thermometer and hydrometer have swung through form stop to stop, so I’m a collection of achy joints and curmudgeonly pessimism for the nonce. Good thing it’s Christmas or I might be really surly.
And one of my relatives was just blaming you Texans for stealing our snow. Then it started snowing here. Not much though. Just dusting.
All in all, it is a good day. I got to see it. 🙂
Hey, I just met you and I know it’s crazy… but will you have my baby?
Hammy, it’s good to have you home for the holidays. 8) Punchity Punch Punch!
Good Morning, Fertility Clinique!