YSaC, Vol. 1535: Pee Wee is extra.
2013 June 14
3 Bikes All Works Fine – $60
I Have 3Bikes They All Work Fine
Neither One Of Them Have Brakes
The Purple 1 Needs One Peddal & the Chain Needs Tighting I Can Do That For You
Other Than That They All Are Perfect ….But The Pink & White Mongoose Is The Best One
If Interested You Can Contact Me By Email Or xxxxxxxxxx
So let’s review:
There are three bikes, all of which work fine despite neither of them having brakes. So of the perfect ones, the pink and white one is the best perfect one. All clear?
Thanks, Ted!
Cat Math tests always seem to fall on Fridays. Now let me see, pink and white mongoose divided by three minus brakes equals spam masubi. To work backwards and prove this equation, I’ll need to borrow a ferret from Dave.
I think we’ve gone beyond cat math into cat engineering.
With a side of gerbil calculus, hold the croutons.
Okay, so that’s one gerbil calc, hold the crutes; one spam masubi, with extra ferret (on the side), and one cat engine.
So, who ordered the nutella and sardine sammich?
That is just a waste of perfectly good Nutella.
That is just a waste of perfectly good sardines.
Noooo! That’s just a waste of two perfectly good slices of bread.
So
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To render
0 ≤ sunny windows ≤ ƒ
C²H³Oⁿ + 1e02 moles, a vole, and a woodchuck from a block over
¿lemon curry?
Other than that, Mrs. Lincoln enjoyed the play.
These are bikes from my grandpa’s era. If you ride to school uphill both ways, you don’t need to worry about brakes!
So long as it’s snowing, you mean.
And you’re being chased by wolves.
And no shoes. There’s only one pair of shoes, afterall, and those are for church on Sunday.
Sundays? Bah! Back in my day we didn’t GET Sundays. Weeks were three hundred days long and if you were lucky – mind you, REALLY lucky – you might get an extra hour off on Friday night.
At least you got Fridays, back in my day every single day was a Monday.
Shoot, y’all…back in my day, every day was a snowy Monday and with no shoes to wear, it was hard to outrun the wolves. Especially since I had to cover elebenty-hunnert miles to not just school, but the outhouse as well.
O.O You had outhouses???
I believe that’s what Texans call Louisiana and Arkansas.
You forgot the going to bed at four only to have to wake up an hour before that, at three, to start the chores . . .
I’ll Take All Three. I Can Pick Them Up Today, Except I Have A Waxing Appointment This Morning, And A Prancercise Class This Afternoon. Oh, And I Don’t Have a Car Or Drivers License, Or Money, and I Don’t Actually Live In The Same City as The Bikes Are Located. Or Country.
But Other Than That, I’ll Be There By Noon.
“10:00 a.m. at the very latest”
There, fixed it for you. Wouldn’t want to cause confusion.
You’re welcome.
Is that Greenwich mean time?
Any time with a Green Witch is mean time.
OH, I’ll get you, my pretty! Don’t make me get my flying monkies!
Better a Green Witch than a DitchWitch . . .
So as long as I only ride my working-fine bike inside my fully-functioning submarine, I shouldn’t have any problems, right?
None whatsoever. You’ll drown long before you ever need to worry about the lack of brakes.
I would not sell a bike with no brakes; I wouldn’t want to be saddled with the liability.
Must. Not. Ask.
GAAAHHHH!! Failure imminent!!
What do you want to be saddled with?
Eating chocolate LL, dark chocolate…and peanut butter. I need someone to get their peanut butter all over my chocolate. Mmmmmm, saddleries.
Pedal those wares somewhere else, charlatan.
HEY GUYS!!!!….WATCH THIS!!!!! (on to One Moving Knievel….)
Ppphhtttt! Who needs brakes? Bicycles are for going, not for stopping. I’m going to the store to pick up a few things and I’m taking Lombard Street. Anybody here need anything?
Okay, here I go.
WheeeeeeeeeeeeTHUNK! AhhhhhBANG! OooofCrash! OhhhBOUNCE! OwwwCRACK! ArrghTHUD! GhahhhhBAMPHH! EeeeeeeeTHUD! Hey! I’m flying!THUDROLLROLLROLL! YaaargghBAM! OoooghPOP! OwwieMMMPPPTT! [expletive]BOUNCETY_BOUNCE! WaaughSPLAT!
I’m okaaaay.
If interested you can contact me by email or I’ll meet you in the basement of the Alamo.
I’m flying!!!!
Buster…?
Bust her? Damn near kilt her!
Dave, stop holding those poor, defenseless ferrets up in front of you. They have to comment on their own to get a card and a Punchity Punch Punch!
Good Morning, Baron Karl von Drais!