YSaC, Vol. CLXXV
2009 January 9
FREE PIGGY BANKS
free handmade piggy banks made by [name].
if you would like to pick them up, call me and ill give you directions.
my phone number is xxx-xxx-xxxx.
In related news, there was an incident at the Make-Your-Own-Pottery place yesterday, in which twenty second graders on a school field trip had to leave before they had finished making spoon holders for their mothers. Authorities said something about a “creepy old guy” who was scaring the children.
(Is it wrong that the more I look at these, I kind of like them?)
Are those slaughtered pigs? Wow, I’m getting one for my kid right now!
I love the one on the right. The one of the left, with the crazy eyes, looks a bit like it will kill me in my sleep
Okay I call the one with the messed up eyes.
The one on the left is bleeding profusely, but still alive. The one on the right, however, is clearly dead, as evidenced by the x eyes.
Okay, I’m glad I’m not the only person that sort of liked these …
Yeah, but my plans to have a BLT for lunch no longer sound quite so appealing….
I love how the title sounds so innocent and normal, and the poor, unsuspecting would-be piggy bank owner has to click on the posting to discover that these are actually the piggy banks from hell.
BTW, this is my new favorite blog. Thanks for keeping me laughing at work.
I want them, too! They’re fabulous! My Mama collects pigs…they’re the perfect addition to her collection (and I’ve learned my lesson from the stuffed racoon…don’t *ask* people if they want something, just go get it for them)!!!
Yeah, I was kind of thinking I like them too. I guess you have to have a particular kind of sense of humor to go for this sort of thing.
Of course not, they’re genius.
I like them. They probably would have sold on etsy.com, but free is nice too.
Okay, we’ve established that the people who read this blog have a warped sense of humor. (To say nothing of the person who writes it).
I would pay money for these piggy banks! It would help with my savings. The wounds would remind me how much it hurts to spend the hard earned $!
I call the dead one…
What are you supposed to put in these piggy banks? Used razor blades?
These are kinda cute, if warped, but they’re the type of thing I’d expect to see someone selling on Etsy, not craigslist 😛 That just adds a whole new “aura of creep” to them.
Looks like a ripoff of Gloomy Bear.
http://www.tokyocube.com/lifestyle.php?subnav=leisure&feature=toys&article=Gloomy%20bear…how%20cute!
…is that bird poop on the pig on the left?!
Cute. I want the crazy one on the left 😀
Did the crazy eyed one just walk up and find his lover all dead and stuff? That explains his eyes…..
The best part is that you have to smash them to get your money out. So the smashed piggy will have blood all over it haha.
Well, let’s get to that smashing!
This little piggy went to market.
This little piggy went home.
This little piggy had roast beef.
This little piggy had none.
This little piggy went OH GOD HE’S GOT AN AXE*, RUN! RUN FOR YOUR LIFE!
* May be a splitting maul.
The only things with axes in them I’d get from Craigslist are receivers. A pig with an axe in it is not as easy of a fix.
Quite, and if you let the smoke out of a pig you make a bunch of people cranky since they can’t eat until the smoke ring appears . . .
mmm smoked bacon
Maybe they were giving each other piggy back rides, when something went terribly, terribly wrong.
That happened to me in highschool, actually… I gave a friend a piggyback ride and a cyst on my ovary burst. I spent the next five hours in the ER while everyone tried to figure out why I was curled into a little, painful ball.
That sounds like the female equivalent of being kicked in the family jewels.
Which reminds me, you know what’s funny to see? Someone being kicked in the balls while they give someone else a piggy back ride.
You have a very twisted sense of funny, Astro. 8) I’m not saying that’s a bad thing.
Mister Potter took an axe
And gave his piggy many whacks.
…
Okay, that sounds like something totally…other is going on. Stopping now. Also, if I did want them, I surely don’t now.
Welcome, Raoul! Let me show you to the comfy couch over in the corner. There may be some cookies left from Friday.
DON’T GO, RAOUL!!!!! That’s how they lured the pigs in the first place!!!!!!!….Oh dear!…I wonder what happened to poor Raoul???
It’s not wise to abuse pigs:
The Pig by Roald Dahl
In England once there lived a big
And wonderfully clever pig.
To everybody it was plain
That Piggy had a massive brain.
He worked out sums inside his head,
There was no book he hadn’t read.
He knew what made an airplane fly,
He knew how engines worked and why.
He knew all this, but in the end
One question drove him round the bend:
He simply couldn’t puzzle out
What LIFE was really all about.
What was the reason for his birth?
Why was he placed upon this earth?
His giant brain went round and round.
Alas, no answer could be found.
Till suddenly one wondrous night.
All in a flash he saw the light.
He jumped up like a ballet dancer
And yelled, “By gum, I’ve got the answer!”
“They want my bacon slice by slice
“To sell at a tremendous price!
“They want my tender juicy chops
“To put in all the butcher’s shops!
“They want my pork to make a roast
“And that’s the part’ll cost the most!
“They want my sausages in strings!
“They even want my chitterlings!
“The butcher’s shop! The carving knife!
“That is the reason for my life!”
Such thoughts as these are not designed
To give a pig great piece of mind.
Next morning, in comes Farmer Bland,
A pail of pigswill in his hand,
And piggy with a mighty roar,
Bashes the farmer to the floor…
Now comes the rather grizzly bit
So let’s not make too much of it,
Except that you must understand
That Piggy did eat Farmer Bland,
He ate him up from head to toe,
Chewing the pieces nice and slow.
It took an hour to reach the feet,
Because there was so much to eat,
And when he finished, Pig, of course,
Felt absolutely no remorse.
Slowly he scratched his brainy head
And with a little smile he said,
“I had a fairly powerful hunch
“That he might have me for his lunch.
“And so, because I feared the worst,
“I thought I’d better eat him first. ”
Revolting Rhymes and Mr Dahl’s other works were by far the most popular books in my house growing up. Somehow other children’s books pale in comparison to the vast amounts of gore between his covers, and that’s before Quentin Blake’s marvelously creepy illustrations!
You could proabably find blank ones at a craft store and paint some up yourself.
Silva, where’s your sense of adventure? Sure, you could do it yourself, but isn’t it more fun to think of the person who designed these coming to your house to deliver them? And you’ll always wonder, should I move?
Is that a tattoo of a heart and arrow on the murderer pig? That’s the doing of an evil genius. Well done!
The one on the left looks like a Zombie Piggy Bank to me. Braiiiinnnnnnssssssssss!
Wouldn’t that be “Coiiiiinnnnnssssss!”?
A slow day at YSaC is Better Than a fast day at DNR. Probably.
Sister Lyle, please don’t hurt me, I have to do this. Punchity Punch Punch!
G’Night, Mesopotamia!
i’m sorry. but the one on the right is seriously adorable. is that creepy?
I have a sneaking suspicion that those are just a lure to get people with really bad taste to come to this seller’s house.
That said…I am glad they stopped trying to paint eyes and went with the x’s.
Nightmare on Wall Street just wasn’t the blockbuster they were hoping for.
To our politicians: NO MORE PORK! Or else.