YSaC, Vol. 1550: This wheel shall explode.
2013 July 5
Free metal object
Not sure what this is, but it is blocking my driveway. If you know what it is and are in search of one please contact me. It measures approximately 8″ long. Thanks.
This was posted on July 2nd. I’m getting worried — these poor helpless people have been trapped in their house for DAYS by this 8″ piece of metal in their driveway! I’d say we should send out a search and rescue squad, but how would they ever manage to get past this insurmountable obstacle?
I think it’s up to us, folks. I’ll need four lawn flamingos and as many packs of orange Jello as I can get. You know what to do.
Thanks for saving a life today, Kathryn!
I’ll set up the hot tub! Ghosty, C””J, you know what to do! Capn, talk to the Sparkingtons and keep them calm!
I brought the blender and the whipped cream! Where should I put the disco ball?
I’ve got a jumbo bag of pine nuts, a postal meter, 4 pairs of green socks and the jaws of life. If none of that helps, I may know where we can rent a theremin.
Wheremin????!!!…Theremin!!!!!!….at the Bamboo Palace Buffet I ALWAYS get the Lemon Duck of Doom….
If these people can get trapped in their house by a piece of metal, I shudder to think what will happen to them when the zombie apocalypse starts.
Oh, hey I know! Dig up the metal thing and use it as a weapon against the zombies. Two birds, one stone. Anybody got any other problems I can solve?
TC, could you please think of a different phrase? Two birds etc. is my least favorite.
Two zombies, one machete?
GOOD GOD MAN !!!! I Need Those Lawn Flamingos…STAT!!!!! We’re not just dealing with a driveway obstruction!!! Apparently we now have two birds, one stoned!!! Better bring some brownies and a Snickers for back-up…..
Sorry Windrose, it’s a Friday after a holiday, so I went with a tired cliché.
I’ve got the spanking machine all revved up and ready to-
What? You mean this situation doesn’t call for the spanking machine? Nonsense, every situation call for it!
FIne, have Ghostie hang the disco ball from it. Two problems, one solution.
Oh, no – I’m not going near that thing. I still have nightmares about the Arbor Day Fiasco of 2010.
Their desperation becomes much more understandable when you realize that this was posted by ants.
Hence the orange jello.
Ah good, I see the curse I placed upon it is still working. Muahaha!
Sorry folks, the Angry Badger won’t be able to make it. There was an unfortunate incident with fireworks last night, so we will have to carry on with a substitute. I am still waiting on a call back from the replacement: Irritated Weasel.
Did you try the Disgruntled Stoat? He’s never busy.
Is it sad when I actually recognize that “metal thing”, and have to resist the urge to tell everyone about it?
Please tell! I have no idea what it is besides rusty.
Heh! Late reply, sorry –
It’s an ‘anchor’. It mounts on the bottom of a rail on a railroad. Two are placed on either side of a tie. It’s purpose is to stop the rail from moving longitudinally along the tie. (As opposed to the plate and spikes that are ON the tie, to stop the rail from moving laterally (spreading out or compressing in). They’re usually used in welded-rail – where you do not have joins and joint bars connecting pieces of rail together.
…Got that? 🙂
Seconded! And if you can [corey], so much the better!
Who wouldn’t want to have a dirty hooker in their driveway?
Those darn skyhooks are ruining the neighborhood.
Sorry, I’m (middling pointlessly) at work, so I’ll not be available as a calm voice of reason for anyone for another five hours’ yet.
(besides, i’m waiting for the [corey] we were teased with, above…)
Galaxy Quest Quote: “Oh, those poor people!”
I don’t know what it’s called, but I can show you where it goes. 😉
Okay, now I *do* know what it’s called. Google Images is my beyotch. The ad is bogus, though, so we can stop worrying about those “poor people.”
Yeah, but the AbFab song reference made me smile all day . . .
Okay, Hammy, you’ve been defleaed and vaccinated and treated with antibiotics. It should be safe to let you out of the box, as long as those radioactive spiders behaved themselves in there. Punchity Punch Punch!
Good Morning, YSaC Search and Rescue!