YSaC, Vol. 438: The daring young man on the …
It’s been a while since we had a nice French Prudential piece, hasn’t it?
French Pervential – $3200
French Pervential 3 pice sofa Loveseat And arm chair Two End Tables One coffe table Very Clean Excelent Condition Like New $3200 O.B.O For more info call at xxx-xxx-xxxx ask for bob
Somehow I always pictured pervential furniture as involving a lot more black leather and eyebolts. I don’t even see any trapezes. I’m so disappointed.
cought &chair – $500
1960es french proncial chought &chair good shape
Just couldn’t even be bothered, could you? It’s barely worth getting out of bed in the morning for a measly $500 anymore, I’m sure — why should you make all the effort to spell out the word “Provincial” or come anywhere near approximating the word couch?
Just out of curiosity, I checked. There are 211 words ending with -ght in the English language. As far as I can tell, not a single one of them is pronounced with the same ending sound as the word couch. In related news, it’s official — the internet is completely full. If there’s a site listing the 211 words that end in -ght, there’s nothing more to be done.
Thanks to jentherose and Diana from Vancouver for the submissions!
The second listing is obviously from someone who is now on a health kick and has given up both artificial tanning and smoking at the same time (getting into good shape) thus making their “cough tan chair” redundant – in fact they’ve described it a french bronchial (its a well-known fact to all Craiglisters that the French use ‘p’ instead of ‘b’ and have a silent ‘h’ in many words). For $500 you too can now have a smoking chair where you can get a lovely tan AND puff away to your heart’s content. Might have to question what they were smoking since they do mention not just the Sixties but in fact the precise date of 1960es which I recollect was when Woodstock happened?
Um.
Yeah.
This is so self-snarking that making a comment seems both redundant and cruel.
Let’s just call this whole thing French Perv and be done.
I know we wonder this about every three postings but how on earth did the person who wrote the second post even manage to properly use a computer, connect to the internet, and then post it online? How do you misspell the same word in two different ways? How do you function without a brainstem?
How do these people even manage to sit on chairs?
Maybe they can’t, and that’s why they’re selling them?
What’s a chair?
I think they mean “char”.
Chars in good shap, too.
Cought? Well, goddamn. We’ve reached a new low.
*cought, cought* It’s like coughing on your couch with a hairball.
I thought is was a cot for sale, well, until I realized there was no such thing as a french pervential cot. French prudential, yes.
I like how “1960” ends with an -es. haha.
That’s because that person remembered that when a word ends in “o,” one pluralizes with “es.” A zero is like an “o,” isn’t it?
My brain is pronouncing the date as “nineteen six-toes”.
Ah, yes; that little known movement when furniture for polydactyl cats was all the rage.
‘My brain is pronouncing the date as “nineteen six-toes”.’
Which incidentally, also describes the poster of the original comment – IQ 19, with six toes.
Sorry – meant poster of the original AD – not comment – I’m sure your IQ and toe count are beyond repute Lola…….
oh, my God…..I did the exact same thing.
Glad it’s not just my brain…
Why does bob tease us with a photo of the french pervential LAMP that he is obviously NOT offering for sale? What a pervent!
The lamp is the most obviously perverted thing in the whole ad. That lamp has worked a few bordellos. You can tell.
I think you mean b0rde110es.
Noooooooo!
I had a raging case of the French proncial chought once – after that crazy weekend with the Parisian flight attendant, I think.
I sounded like a cross between Courtney Love and Rod Stewart for a couple of days, but fortunately the cephalexin cleared it right up.
I’m really committed to fighting the spread of French pronchial chought worldwide, but I’m unclear as to which organizations I should be supporting in that effort. Safe sex advocacy? Health care reform? Organizations fighting against high prescription costs in third-world countries? Fair-trade furniture manufacturers?
They can write a 30+ word ad and not use any punctuation, but somehow add two periods (instead of three) between OBO when it is common to just use OBO without punctuation as shorthand for ‘or best offer’. This posting is amazingly broken. I can almost understand spelling ‘piece’ as ‘pece’ or ‘peece’ or even ‘peice’, but spelling it ‘pice’ shows synaptic degradation beyond casual drug abuse.
What REALLY gets to me, though, is that this is really nice furniture. I wouldn’t own it, as it looks like something Liberace would own, but dang that kind of stuff is really expensive. How did people this stupid make that much money???
I would push their reset button, but I am sure it is broken at this point.
thank you. I didnt know what OBO meant. in which case, my best offer is: here’s a buck …
My theory is that pice is spelled that way because it rhymes with Nice.
Not nice as in nice French furniture, but Nice as in French furniture from Nice.
We are obviously dealing with someone who knows more geography than literacy.
That would be the only way it would make sense, but then if someone could misspell “piece” then they would probably pronounce Nice as “nice” and not “niece”.
I wouldn’t want to touch ANYTHING, even the reset button. I might catch French Pervential cought. Sounds itchy and I don’t think my health plan would cover it.
This posting is broken, but it’s not beautiful and broken so I’m going to have to pass.
I like how he capitalizes almost everything except for his own name…
bob’s the modest type, it seems. Doesn’t want to tempt us with reflectoporn or a blurry image that looks like it was shot through Vasoline, so he doesn’t use pictures but does expect us to hands over five big boys. Perhaps he thinks he can describe the pair so vividly by phone that the caller will instantly give him their credit card number.
But looking at those photos too – that furniture is not ‘bob’ furniture. That furniture might belong to a ‘Julian’, or a ‘Tarquin’, or for women you might get a ‘Violet’, or ‘Felicity’. But it’s not ‘bob’ furniture – unless bob has been breaking and entering.
Sorry everyone named ‘bob’ – I just assume you guys have more masculine tastes.
Perhaps he is a “Roberto” and thought “bob” would appeal more to the unwashed masses that normally use CraigsList.
You know, we could offer classes in How Not To Embarrass Yourself & Frighten Potential Buyers With Your Craig’s List Ad, but I suspect many of these, um, whatever they are think their ads the height of style, sophistication, and verbal clarity. Then they’ve return to whatever it is they are doing with the furniture.
I never would have guessed that “cought” was supposed to be couch. I was sitting here, surprised that anyone made such fancy cots. (I really can’t make out much of anything in those pictures.)
Also, there are a lot of billboards in my area for the real estate company Prudential. Every time I see them, I think of YSAC and start giggling like a madwoman.
My work here is done.
Someone needs to protect our children from foreigners with their sick, perverted furniture, their random capitalization, and their bizarre invented spelling.
Won’t someone PLEASE think of the children!
What may save us, me and you
Is if the Craigslisters love their children too.
There’s a Russian pervential who lives in the apartment building next to mine. He earned the nickname “Pervski” after repeatedly flashing his ass out the uncovered kitchen window about 6 months after I moved inn (true story). I didn’t realize until now that he was part of an international ring of perverts with costly, overwrought furniture.
You are WAY more tolerant that me. If he lived near me, he would have been down at the station, explaining his actions to the local cops. Kids have it bad enough these days without freaks showing their wares to the neighborhood, also.
I put up heavy curtains and closed them, and moved my bedroom to a different room. A month or so later I peeked out of the window and Pervski was still standing in his kitchen sipping coffee, but wearing a robe.
I didn’t report him because I probably would have needed to provide photographic evidence, and I already needed to bleach my eyes and brain after the original viewings. Photographic memory assistance probably would have resulted in a need for therapy.
I had a friend come to visit who knew about the situation and who walked around that window pantsless at every opportunity during his visits. Mrs. Pervski apparently was offended and put a flowery decal up over *their* window. That confirmed for me the suspicion that she knew nothing about Mr Pervski’s early-morning activities.
I still see him on the train sometimes. I ignore him.
And from what I can see of their home (not that I try, I avoid looking directly at their windows whenever possible), they have the taste (or lack of) to buy this dreck. Russo-French pervential indeed. If I could find his reset button I’d get someone else to push it. I don’t want to touch the exhibitionist jerk.
Ahem. Carry on, that is all.
It’s my birthday today. May I please have that lamp?
Happy Birthday! But no, you can’t have it. You are not Pervential enough.
That’s what you think … ask my Spidey Man.
Rrowr!
Happy Birthday, Colleen in MA, or anywhere you want to have it.
Happy birthday, Colleen in MA!
You all will appreciate this – Mr. Colleen in MA and I went out to dinner to celebrate and after one expresso martini somehow I got good and going with my old CL stories. Have to say I learned a lot about human nature with all of my experiences in the roommate-wanted section alone, back in the day…
Happy Birthday! I guess my invitatione to your birthday event must have been lost in the meil, huh?
Actually it was up on CL in casual encounters. You know, laid-back parties. That was the place to put it, right?
My Grandmother has a set of Capodimonte lamps in, how shall I put this, much less clothing. I’ll have to advise her of their French Pervential heritage.
The poor &chair, it is so overwhelmed by the pronchial chought…
I was going to go on, but the difficulty spelling couch SO poorly has frozen my brain. Ouch. Which does, in fact, rhyme with couch.
See, this is the result of public schools ceasing to teach phonics. There is no way in hell any kid who slaved away on those worksheets day after day would think that a word that is pronounced “cowch” could possibly be spelled c-o-u-g-h-t.
A cought/chought is obviously a speshul lolspeak kinda Fronch Presuhdenchal “cot.” Right?
(I recently discovered this site because I work for another classifieds site, but now I am addicted to YSaC. Such cleverness in the comments. And, it’s nice to have all the CL inanity in one place for easiest consumption! Thanks!)
I find myself wondering what professions allow a person to get far enough in life to own a $3200 piece of furniture without having any ability whatsoever to read or write.
All I could come up with was “hooker” and “trophy wife” (which really just == an upscale hooker.)
Any other suggestions?
Member of Congress fits that description I think.
Teenage country singer?
Typical professional football player?
Drug abuser?
All of the above?
More like Baseball player – at least most Football players go through college (even if they were asleep through English class…). Baseball players tend to be far less… eloquent in interview.
Pimp?
Lottery winner?
Actually, it should be 208 words that end in “ght”–I subtract points for “claught”, “sticktight” and “dogfought”, because there is no MW definition for the first two and no one uses the past tense of “dogfight”, which is the definition of “dogfought.”
Why do I review the list of 211 words that end in “ght”? Well, I am the Procrastinator…
Why do I review the list of 211 words that end in “ght”?
So that we others don’t have to.
Thank you for your service.
I live to serve. But not protect.
I grew up in Montreal, and”French Pervential” accurately describes who you’ll find on Public Transit. And they often ask you to turn around and couch.
Yes, “Voulez-vouz couch avec moi,” they’re always asking…
Can’t stop laughing long enough to think of something to say!
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