4ft x 8ft traler hunting coming – $300
traler is grate fore poling a 4 wealer ore the 4 wealer to pol it with that trofy dir ore ellk it has steel sides and a wood flor hevey bilt to last my sell # XXX XXX XXXX if your intrested
Traler:
Traler is grate!
=
Fore Poling:
(Aft Poling)
Ore Ellk:
Of course, it ain’t REALLY hevey bilt – it’s my breather!
Thanks for the weirdness, Sunny!
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Oh shucks. Two bad it’s babby blew. Eye wonted a read won.
Grate tralet- isle bite.
isle bite = getting attacked by a rabid monkey while vacationing in the Caribbean.
aisle bite = getting attacked by a rabid raccoon during a wedding ceremony.*
*I’m stretching it here.
I thought “aisle bite” was getting attacked by a rabid ‘possum in a grocery store.
Only in states with a vowel in their names.
Oh, my mistake.
Wait a second…
Man, rough deal for Kclhm. They’re always getting the shaft… or the pole as it were.
I always forget about Kclhm when I have to recite the states from memory. I wonder if the people there feel disappointed in me. Oh well, they’re probably too busy being attacked by rabid wildlife to notice.
I remember Kclhm just because I did a report on it in school. I can still recite a bunch of information about it:
Kclhm:
Capital: Ish
Largest port city: [location]
State flower: not.a.lion.lilly
State bird: Misjay
Population: elebentybillion!!1!
Largest grossing export: FEMALETRAITS2
How fondly I remember singing the state song:
All hail to thee, Kclhm
Lovely state full of phlhm.
Where the folks of Ish
Get their fondest wish:
To see a soaring misjay
At the break of day.
Why not take your next vacation
On the beaches of [location]?
And we’re sure you won’t look silly
Wearing a not.a.lion.lilly.
Yes, we’re proud of dear old Kclhm,
Which can’t be pronounced without lots of phlhm.
You rock my world Camille.
A door for you!
Nice to see that the coffee must be free flowing everywhere. That was awesome Camille.
Well, I can’t take all the credit – Taco did the preliminary research.
Wordsmith: Taco
Spin Doctor: Camille
A Door Congregation: The YSaC Minnions of the Llama-nun and Ostrimu
Ack! Strike the stuttered “n” please.
*slinks sheepishly off to corner muttering, “Can’t believe I spelled minions wrong, of all things.”
Watch out, everyone! The Craigslist Ad Misspelling Syndrome may be quietly becoming an epidemic.
Does a minnion make you cry?
Only when I peel it.
Inn Sobe*-yet Rusha’, Minnion Peals Ewe!
*As in the drink with the lizards that did the Thriller dance in the commercial.
Was I sold minnions at that bait shop in Duluth?
Ooh! It was Kernel Minnion with the minty shell under the shandalyear!
Wyth honting seeson Cummings soun, eye fynd that eye kneed a traylor! But, eye kan naught pai mour than 80 bauxes uf vyntage serial. Wood that bee axceptle two ewe?
Baaa! Maik better over or aisle ram ewe.
Congradulations on gheting the kees too the baux, Wyndrhose!
I’m gonna stop now before I start channeling the spirit of Happy Cat.
You can’t has cheezburger.
You can’t understand its grammar, either.
My grammar bakes me cookies.
Now eye R sad; allm grammars is past.
[yen corey] now have a desire for maternal GM’s “nuts-n-bolts” mix (and her bloody marys); also for the paternal GM’s Sand Tarts (with a “snuck” glass of port).
Missing some tough nice ladies from a long-passed era.
[/corey]
My GM only mixes bloody martyrs….and complains about it.
They want $300 for that piece of crap? Or is $300 a homonym for TAKE IT FOR FREE OBO.
I don’t know, Mudsy, it doesn’t LOOK like a red table. Maybe it’s the table’s brother-in-law?
I learned a long time ago that NOTHING looks like it’s supposed to look here. A picture is worth a million words—999,999 of them being “NOooo!!!”
What’s the other one?
OOooooh!
:erk:
Mai brane broked nao.
Mien to. Inglish mayjer branesplode.
(There is not enough alcohol in the world to make this spelling even remotely tolerable.)
I’m luky that eyem an injunear who wurks four a hospital. I git two sea awl kinds of kul speelings from the docters! Its awsum!
(Sorry, promised I’d stop, I will now)
You’d think after however many years they invested in school, they’d be able to spell.
‘Branesplode? Does that mean Owlman succeeded in blowing up Earth Prime, and, therefore, reality?
Yes, Gail, a sensible person would.
But, notice Sparky’s freudian slip, after all the calls for the traylor, he’s selling his cell phone (I kno eye wood [g])
There ought to be a cheezburger cat in the photo somewhere.
What do you meme?
Seems as if a kitteh wrote the text.
I agree Innana… I was looking for the kitteh too.
The internet has warped our brains, this inhumanity must stop.
Maybe next year.
http://xenomorph1.homestead.com/files/hugemanatee.jpg
Not my image. But it’s still funny.
Oh Barbara Manatee…
You are the one for me…
You’ve come from up above…
You are the one I love.
‘Larry the Cucumber from Larry’s Silly Songs’. Classic stuff right there.
I’m so glad I wasn’t the only one who thought of that.
[corey] Shockingly, I have seen worse trailers. It’s common ’round these parts for people*, when a pickup truck has ceased to run, to cut off the bed and turn it into a trailer. By that point, the bed has usually been used heavily and patched with whatever is laying around**.[/corey]
*By “people” I mean “men”.
**Usually duck tape. The really classy people* will then cover up the duck tape with spray paint that may or may not match the “trailer”.
“You might be a Redneck if….”
And these “trailers” can be licensed by the DMV as a Dumbass Moving Vehicle?
Yup. In my state(NC), if it doesn’t have an engine, it doesn’t have to be inspected. It has to be titled (and insured if you want separate plates for it, most people use their car plates though) and you’ll get a ticket if the brake lights and such don’t work, so it’s in your best interest to see that they do, but unless it falls apart on the highway you’re golden.
Ahh yes, the wonderful NC. I’m actually going to be in Raliegh on a buisness trip again at the end of September. I’m totally going to be within stalking distance of you SJ. If only I had a rental car for this trip ^^.
Oh well, some binoculars should let me see something similar* to you from my hotel window.
*By similar I mean bipedal.
Oh shoot. I live in the fake town* next to Raleigh.
We’re really not that bad ’till you get out into the sticks.
Just remember: if anyone offers you Bojangles, you take them up on it. ‘Round these here parts, insultin’ Bojangles is like insultin’ someones mother. Like the food or not, it just ain’t done.
*Fake town as in it is actually properly a city, but the council decided to call ourselves a town.
Astro — I also live in that “town”. I think you forgot to mention that at Bojangles “everything, including the sweet is fried”.
(At lease that’s what I was told when I moved here.)
Ah, that must be the Centralized Area of Relocated Yankees.
(I’m glad I’m not the only one who noticed the “ei” switch.)
Artsy – If they could find a way to fry the sweet tea, I bet they would. I saw fried Coke at the fair, so anything’s possible.
Great Jerry Jeff Walker quote, back before his 60th birthday, that he’d made quite a career “… singing about a drunk and a dead dog.”
I think that the trailer you mention, SJ, is visible in the background. Looks like it is sans door … front panels … hood … but it still has the seats in – perfect for housing several mice nests and some raccoons.
That’s the front bit, it’s usually the back bit that’s turned into a trailer.
The front bit makes a “nice” chicken coop or playhouse for the kids.
Sandbox (unless of course you have an extra boat shell laying around).
Sorry, yes, I meant that the front of the truck from which the truck bed had recently become detached and made into a trailer was in the background.
Bad spelling: is it infecting the rest of my brain as well? Gah!
In any case, chicken coop?!? I didn’t realize that where I grew up and at my grandparents’ that the actual wooden outbuildings were the fancy-pants way to cultivate poultry.
Many years ago I knew a family that bought an old school bus and converted it into a chicken coop. Nice and roomy, plenty of light and ventilation, and tons of perches.
In NC (esp. the Raleigh area) keeping chickens has actually become shockingly popular recently.
That’s actually a rather smart repurposing.
That’s the quality of people who tell you how nice you smell when you’re sitting in their truck.
…
You know what, forget I said that.
I’d love to park a bus in my front yard with chickens in it. Think how much fun I could have with the HOA, not to mention the town in general.
….. goes to look on CL for an old broken down bus
The Wake County Public School System has a website where they list old buses, if you’re not terribly picky about it actually moving I think they are quite cheap. You could have a “fancy” guest house!
Artsy, the town would have a fit!
Although I doubt you’d gain as much fame as the “Screwed by the Town of Cary” guy.
Artsy, would you concider a *working* bus for a chicken coop? Wait, that is WAY to fancy for a chicken coop……. then again…
Gah, nevermind. I’m going to go for a cat scan now
-Raphael
My fave is when they don’t bother to check the rear differential on the axle, which then, inevitably, seizes up while with a 2x maximum load aboard lumbering down the highway.
Now, I’ve also seen some of these done spiffy, as in the same “trailer” as the towing truck, with matching paint jobs and all. This can be cool. Especially in matching 3-window step-sides.
I don’t know – if my dir, ore my ellk, is a trofy, I think I’d want to haul it around in something a little more sparkly before hanging it on my swingset.
I want to quote here from a student I had when I taught high school:
“My daddy says a deer don’t ask if you have a diploma when you shoot it.”
Innana, how long did it take before you stopped crying?
I was just happy he knew the word “diploma”.
But I bet he couldn’t speel it.
It’s that sort of person that you wish wouldn’t reproduce.
That’s the sort of person who reproduces heavily.
I’m having idocracy flashbacks again. I’m gonna drink coffee until it goes away.
There is a direct negative correlation between the basic intelligence of a Craigslist poster and the number of offspring they have.
Fortunately there is a positive correlation between the number of (sometimes fatal) accidents preceeded by the words; “Hey ya’ll, watch this!” and the amount of alcohol consumed by the average CraigsList poster.
Sometimes natural selection needs a little help from Natural Light.
The cats, no longer able to afford such luxury, have decided to sell their grate traler. Poor dears, seems they’ll have to hunt the old fashioned way from now on….on their mini-bikes.
Isn’t someone like Grampdadd going to make a joke about aft poling?
I’m betting on CapnMac to give us a [corey] first.
¿Por Que Como mi?
Poling is hard work. Have to stand up to be able to use large muscles of the legs. Which is then spoilt by having to not tip over.
Thus was born the expediency of the paddle.
Which, through intelligence was raised to the sublimity of the oar.
Besides, I’m still in the bittersweet of missing my grammars (v.s.)
*cha-ching!*
I knew Cappy wouldn’t disappoint. Please be so kind as to “corey” that.
Harumph!
Good thing I have other tasks at hand that cannot be deferred, as I’m now well into a mood to engage ing some “skull-ing”
[exeunt, stage sinister, visage set as a Not-A-Lion, to hew hard-pressed Harfleur a breech to beggar both Henry’s and Henri’s beyond enumeration]
[from the future]It occurs to my Saturday-addled brain, that, if a person is having difficulty with aft-poling, that to might seek the services of a speech therapist.
[photo quibble]Venetian gondolas are not poled per se; they are rowed, with a single oar in technique known as “sculling.” This involves sweeping the blade–which has a shape similar to a hockey stick–in a left-right sort of way. The gondolier rolls the shaft to angle the blade to alternate the thrust-feather during the stroke.
And, whatever mischief Silesians or Prussians get up to in punts is their own business–as long as they don’t splash any on me.
Not today, dear Innana and friends. Sadly, my snark is broken due to the passing of a dear, 12 year companion. Mrs. Grampdaddy and I were the pets of two cocker spaniels, one of whom developed cancer a number of months ago. Our darling Ms. Sophie is now romping, pain-free, wherever it is that gentle, loving dogs go when they leave our care.
I assume my snark will return soon, but not today, regardless of the wonderful opportunities poling from the aft might present.
Consider my condolences sent out to you and your family, Grampdaddy. I know what it’s like to lose a dog. When we lost Mojo, our beloved Golden Retriever, a few years ago, it was hard on everyone, but my Dad took it especially hard.
So sorry about the loss of your pup, Grampdaddy.
Ohh … my condolences, Grampdaddy. I grew up with a cocker and they are still special.
Ditto. So sorry for the loss of your furbaby.
It’s so heartbreaking that their lives are short to begin with, and then when illness cuts that even short, we can’t help but feel cheated. My deepest condolences and hope for a brighter day with loving memories to help you heal.
I remember when I was experementing in college and I got Aft Polled.
There I was standing on the back of a ship and then *Boom* out of nowhere this lady with a survey starts asking me questions. A dark day that was, a dark day indeed.
Was she poling you about how many trofy dir feet you’ve bedazzled in your lifetime?
It turns out she was trying to get my license plate number for a guy in the coffee shop on the Worf.
EDIT: No matter what I do I can never spell “license” corretly the first time. I always, ALWAYS put an extra “s” in before the c.
Worf? You had a Klingon coffee shop in your college town? Awesome!
Mudsy, I’d be careful when it comes to Klingon coffee. Better drink it before it drinks you. But if you do manage to get it down, you’ll need to know this:
nuqDaq ‘oH puchpa”e’
That’s only in Soviet Russia….
Hehe..
You seem to have a problem with “correctly”, too.
It took way less time for somebody to catch the Worf thing than I expected. I am indeed among my people here.
EDIT: Damnit. I usually spell correctly… correctly but when typing in haste I apparenly start geting rid of al kinds of leters.
I’m sure the First YSaC Church of Clothespin Jeebus of Latter-Day Not.A.Lions will absolve you of your sin.
Just remember the rhyme:
No S before C,
if there follows an e,
but an I in the mix
can S to C fix.
No charge for the composition!
TM, you just missed out on the joys of being the eight-finger typist among the deputies when they bought those sophisticated 8088 computers and reports had to be transcribed.
Type “license” or “vehicle” or “original complaintant” a few hunnert times a week, an it gits sekend natur.
Does anyone else think that this photo could easily be part of the same extended yard/field in which a turn of the camera would show us the rusted-out Viking stove, the rusted-out winter bagel, and the L’il Carnivore swing and wildlife exsanguination set?
Too bad the Ostrimu’s road-tripping, this would be the perfect opportunity to get the GIMP out.
This ad makes perfect sense if you leave out all the misspeeled words and add a bit of punctuation (literary license taken):
Is fore poling a 4 ore the 4 to it with that ore. It has steel sides and a wood to last. My sell. # XXX XXX XXXX If your.
Anyone want to hazard a guess as to what is REALLY being advertised here?
Can you bedazzle ellk like you can deer? I considered typing “dear” but just couldn’t bring myself to do it. And the ultimate question…is the traler shell minty?
*Reads post, checks url.
*Reads comments, rechecks url.
Okay, who sold YSaC to cheezburger while the Llamanun’s on vacation?
While the Llama’s away, the cats will play?
Blame Windrose, she’s got the keys right now.
Just to the Don’t Suck box. Really. I promised. I’m a good girl, I am!
Taco’s morning coffee is getting out of control. I’ve been drinking it black this morning. Normally I at least cut it with a little cream and sugar but for some reason I can’t be bothered to add anything to it.
*Taco starts to shake a little bit*
Huh, that can’t be good.
**Grabs Preventional wipes and towels to cover up the Snark lounge in preparation against impending Tacosplode. **
We don’t want the fairly new grass carpet getting all meaty and cheesy. And tortilla shells don’t come out in the wash.
Shouldn’t you be using the prudential wipes?
I think he’s using the Mutual of Omaha Wipes.
Wait!! Here Taco – hold this.
*passes capped container holding ingredients for margaritas*
Okay, commence shaking again.
I want to get in on this!
* hands Taco co-worker’s unopened can of soda pop*
That’ll teach her to park in my spot.
You handed TM a 6qt Igloo and expected him to shake that on only the morning’s coffee?
Yes.
Let me see who could be in the Don’t Suck box today! Oh, goodness me! It is MMCQuarterback with an honorable mention to Jen! Congratulations! I will return with the punch.
Squee I can’t believe I only just saw this! SO the best birthday present ever!!! 😀
You have GOT to be kidding me! How are these people still alive?! Never mind the fact that they’ve actually been able to interact with society to the extent that they have been able to procure themselves a trailer!
Well, I wish MMCQuarterback had come back for this nice, polished, Punchity-Punch Punch I had all ready to go. 8( I’ll get you next time!
G’Night, Caribbean!
I believe with all sincerity that the Swedish Chef wrote this ad.
I thought that ore was supposed to be smelted, not poled, but maybe 4 wealer ore is different.
Now, we all know language is a living thing; it changes and grows according to the will and whims of those who speak it. This year’s grammatical fad will be over soon. Some day soon, “they” will become an acceptable pronoun for a SINGLE person of indeterminate gender (rather than “he or she”); some day the Oxford comma will completely disappear; some day soon, “could of” will be the enshrined correct phrase to complete the sentence “He didn’t steal the storekeeper’s sticker’s, but he ——-“; and Cracked.com 2030 will be patiently explaining to people how “I could care less” and “I couldn’t care less” have come to mean the same thing.
That said, the important thing about language is the ability to be understood by others. Sparky has misspelled nearly every single verb, adjective, and noun. Usually I take this to mean the person is too lazy to craft their (see, I’m doing it already) message with any care, which should make the resulting message incomprehensible or at least unintentionally hilarious. However, their substitutions are almost all phonetically correct (with a certain accent), which means either a.) Sparky is extremely lucky, or b.) Sparky is not lazy, but genuinely does not know how to spell anything, or c.) Sparky DOES know how to spell and is trolling us.
Digi, it’s Saturday morning, and already you are thinking too hard. Pull up a corner and beverage for a while.
DigitalAxis….That is the most astute and succinct letter I believe I have EVER read on a Saturday morning, especially after a night of band and beveraging practice. Well said, sir, well said….And in other related/unrelated news….”School’s out.for.summer!!!!” (thanks, Alice)
Does this come with a bee truck to pull it? I already have my bedazzled dir hoof gun rack so I’m almost there…
Mmm, I luv celt wuter trofy!
Digi, you are awesome and shall not snuff it in the Snark Lounge’s sight. Punchity Punch Punch!
Good Morning, King of the Rhodes!