YSaC, Vol. 725: Or maybe Vol. 735, or Vol. 723.
Free fridge no doors
I have a fridge that needs a new home.
I was leaking and the doors got tossed out.
If someone wants it come and pick it up.
Thanks
Boy, you’d think they’d at least charge a rehoming fee so that they know the fridge is going to a good home, since they treated it so lovingly while it was … in their backyard.
And I hate it when I leak. Although apparently there’s medication for that now. Ask your doctor if Leaketra is right for you.*
*Leaketra may cause leaking.
BRATZ REFRIGERATOR $20 or $17
i got bratz refrigerator for sale
its looks new
SMOKE FREE HOME
IT DOES WORRK
IT WAS $100 WHEN I GOT THIS
i just want $30 or $19
its really nive one
u can put alot of pop in it
if u want to ask me somthing e maill me or call me its xxx xxx xxxx
plzz buy this becaues its really nice and i nave ues it
It’s a little known fact that the original title for the Chicago song was $20 or $17 OR $30 or $19. Then they decided that didn’t make any sense and went with 25 or 6 to 4.
Thanks, Ruth and Lisa!
No doors, but it does come with a box of ‘Depends’.
One reason I love getting up early is that I get such brilliant ideas! Recycle all those pop containers, buy the Bratz fridge because it’s nice, and put it IN the doorless fridge! Now both have been repurposed. I love it when a plan comes together.
I have to go clean up my leak now.
The doorless fridge would make a great personal brain-bleach jacuzzi, don’cha think? All it needs is a few extra washers and dryers to wall around it. A cozy, private lounging spot… of course it would need a few modifications, but there are quite a few handy people around YSaC, right?
If by “handy” you mean willing to grope you, then yes there are plenty.
As long as the groping is free, I’m still waiting to get paid for jamming.
You should hold out for more for the jamming, at the very least a firm obo.
Taco has ears?
Kitty ears. He’s joined the kitty avatar
mafiaclub.Those ears took longer to do than one would think… and I’m still not 100% happy with they way they turned out.
I’d go back and try to fix them some more, but somebody just rolled a ball of yarn past my…
Kitty Moose!
That’s one happy looking cat moose right there.
They would not let me join for some reason*pout*
Awww. You were my inspiration, Ham. I said to myself, “Self, if Ham is going to have a cat avatar, I clearly need to get one, too.”
But now it seems we are moving on to lizards.
Nah, it’s just LimeLolly showing us all how to be non-conformist.
I want to be non-conformist, just like everyone else.
Hehe… keep the kitties. I was just having fun looking for new avatars.
I want to be different, like everybody else I want to be like.
I want to be just like all the different people.
I have no further interest in being the same,
because I have seen difference all around,
and now I know that that’s what I want.
I’ve decided to keep the gecko, for now.
TOO many cats and it feels like a cheezeburger site.
Besides, ya’ll will have to catch me first! 8)
Here’s a little song I wrote*,
You might want to sing it note for note,
Don’t Corey!
Be Snarky!
*this is in no way a claim of artistic talent or intellectual property.
Thanks for the earworm Windy. I repartee with:
In every ad we have some sucky
when you snark you make it funny
Don’t corey, be snarky.
Don’t corey, be snarky now.
(Ooo-ing)
Don’t know how to spell ‘have’ or ‘nice’?
We’ll make fun of you free of price
So don’t corey, be snarky.
The sparkey say de table is free
It just cost you a heavy fee
So don’t corey, be snarky.
Look at me, I’m snarky
Don’t corey, be snarky.
Ain’t got no bees, ain’t got no truck
Ain’t got no swings to hang your buck,
But don’t corey, be snarky.
‘Cause when you’re snarky we have more fun
And we’ll make fun of everyone
Don’t corey, be snarky.
Don’t corey, be snakry now.
(More Ooo-ing)
“snakry”?
So very close. You still get a door, though.
I got it off a fridge that leaked.
snakry = snark on coffee break
I thought a snakry was the sofa with probable snake inhabitants.
Damn my monday fingers.
*Pours a cup of coffee*
I suppose it’s too late to claim I did it on purpose?
Yeah, thougth so.
*Looks at what he typed*
Meh.
EDIT: I’m pretty sure the Snakry is a Pokémon. *Checks player’s guide* Yup, after the 4th gym in the Sparky Forest. Evolves into Snakpak at level 27.
Oh, yeah. It’s from Pokémon Asshat and Pokémon Sparkcase, right?
I seem to have fogotten:
Here I give you my phone number,
You, corey, give me a call and I’ll make the snarky.
I danced as I sang that in my head. : D
And translated into Swedish Chef…
In ifery ed ve-a hefe-a sume-a soocky
vhee yuoo snerk yuoo meke-a it foonny
Dun’t curey, be-a snerky. Bork bork bork!
Dun’t curey, be-a snerky noo.
(Oouu-ing)
Dun’t knoo hoo tu spell ‘hefe-a’ oor ‘neece-a’?
Ve-a’ll meke-a foon ooff yuoo free-a ooff preece-a
Su dun’t curey, be-a snerky. Bork bork bork!
Zee sperkey sey de-a teble-a is free-a
It joost cust yuoo a heefy fee-a
Su dun’t curey, be-a snerky. Bork bork bork!
Luuk et me-a, I’m snerky
Dun’t curey, be-a snerky. Bork bork bork!
Eeen’t gut nu bees, eeen’t gut nu troock
Eeen’t gut nu sveengs tu hung yuoor boock,
Boot dun’t curey, be-a snerky. Bork bork bork!
‘Coose-a vhee yuoo’re-a snerky ve-a hefe-a mure-a foon
Und ve-a’ll meke-a foon ooff iferyune-a
Dun’t curey, be-a snerky. Bork bork bork!
Dun’t curey, be-a snerky noo.
(Mure-a Oouu-ing)
And the award for “Best Remake of a Remake” goes to…
HamCan!
*Tekes a boo*
I vuoold leeke-a tu thunk Veendruse-a und TecuMegeec fur geefing me-a zee inspureshun, und my perents fur tveesting my meend! Bork Bork Bork!
*Eccepts truphy mede-a ooff bees, huufes und leeky freedge-a duurs*
Good Morning Windrose! Just ‘tween the two of us (since we seem to be the only two in the snark lounge right now) it seems the one refrigerator is missing more than doors – possibly too many to list.
Good Morning, Grampdaddy! I just hope it’s missing whatever was leaking. Ew. 8) See you in 10 plus hours!
Do you need me to take over again? 😛
Try to contain your eagerness, TM.*
*in other words, do not put it in the leaky frig
I’m here. I was camping this weekend with some old friends and having a little trouble getting my brain back into work mode. Not sure where I’ve put my snark, but I’m sure I’ll find in at some point.
Morning LRC – having a BIG cup of coffee will help with finding the snark. Be careful though, don’t pick up the brain bleach by mistake – that will probably come later.
I’d like a cup of both. After reading Taco’s song, I feel insufficiently snark-armed.
*sigh*
I’m getting too old for fun* weekends.
*In this case, involving multiple free pitchers of mojitos and discovering older relatives can stay up waaaay later than you think.
I think my snark is what leaked out of me… it was gross, and I already cleaned it up. I’m filling myself up with coffee instead which is at least as good and makes me type faster and who needs punctuation when you have caffeine yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay
On the 20th day of coffee my true love said to me:
ILOVECOFFEESOMUCHPLEASEKEEPGIVINGMEMORECUPSOFCOFFE
ICANTPOSSIBLEDRINKENOUGHCOFFEEITSSOGOODYAYILIKE
DOUGHNUTSTOOBRINGMELOTSOFDOUGHNUTSWITHTHE
COFFEEBECAUSEILIKEITSOMUCHWITHDOUGHNUTSTHAT
IALSOLIKEYAYPIGSILIKETHEMTOO
He’s regressing to farm animals again…
I managed to spot in all that that Taco left off one of the E’s on the second coffee. I think only because it’s at the end of the line though.
Isaac would be so proud of you, Bridgete!
You’d be surprised at how easy it is to lose track of letters when you’re typing in one huge, capslocked word.
Maybe you should switch from mugs back to forks.
Technically you wouldn’t have to use the free fridge as an actual fridge, you could turn it into a stylish planter or an outdoor bathtub. Or an exceptionally well-insulated bookcase.
I’m not sure why Sparky is sharing his leaking issues with us, though. That’s probably something he should talk to a doctor about, not a random CraigsList stranger.
Maybe a sandbox to put next to the boat?
Contemplative kitty contemplates your shiny thing.
Why, thank you! – I sprinkled it with glitter!
I’ve got a coat rack that you would LOVE!
*squee!*
Glitter!
… What’s this site, again?
Well, Taco’s here so it must be the Hannah Montana forums.
Bring back Hannah Montanna! I hate that she’s been overshadowed by this Miley Cyrus girl of late.
Take super-super soaker and aims carefully at Taco ….. direct hit. Hopefully that washed those words out of his mouth.
Artsy uses SUPER-SOAK!
It’s SUPER EFFECTIVE!
Taco has fainted!
And Super Soakers are free-action, so she can still
wallop him soundly!help him through a difficult time.Hmmm…the doorless fridge is really a shell, is it not? Wonder if it’s minty….
I don’t think it is minty – what I’m trying to figure out is what the looping white coil is on the left side of the fridge. Maybe an albino python?
Ooooh – that’s it! This is really one of those plastic toilet things with a snake in it.
Gramp….orrrrrrrrr….it’s a leftover intestine….Leatherface is giving away his fridge on CL.
Dearest Carla,
Since our parting I have wiled away many a nive thinking of you. I remember well the BRATZ fridge you had in your boodour, the doors you tore off your ice box in the fit of passion, and the mountain of chilled sassasparallia we used to consume while we would watch the white crested naves flutter in the arburatum. I love you dearest Carla and I will nave forget your nive.
I was recently transferred to the 54th infantry due to a leaking problem, so please address any correspondence to account for this. My captain is telling us to fire the PLZZ again, so I must wrap up my letter here. Adoo.
Think of you’re,
Sparky McSparkecase Esq.
[SIC] on all that btw.
Dear Taco, all is forgiven! Snark away. 8)
Ewww, don’t [sic] all over that.
“plzz buy this becaues its really nice and i nave ues it”
If I buy it, will you please-for-the-love-of-all-that-is-holy take the money and enroll in a remedial English course?!
What’s English?
Dat’s dem werds wat teh fancie peeple speek.
Oh, Bacontini know dis one! Bacontini have been studying how to make de English for many months! He de expert now!
Yes fine ladies, if you need de English, Bacontini can grill up as much as you want eat! He very fine at cooking de English just so.
“English” – the unlearned second language of certain CL posters. Not to be confused with any form of written or spoken communication.
I’m half-convinced it’s some kind of secret code from aliens who list random possessions in order to communicate with each other.
English is the language of
lovesnark.I dun’t kneed to speik know English, Ahm ant Merikan*.
*It really, really hurt to type that.
It’s way too early to be talking about merkins.
Seconded!
(ugh)
If you sold them door to door wouldn’t you be the “fuller bush man?”
*badump-bump*
Thank you, ladies and gentlemen, HamCan will be here all week.
It’s never too early to talk about merkins. Have you had the talk with your family yet?
I already have a 5 yr old bratz, I certainly don’t need another one that can hold many cans of pop. But I do have something to ask this CL poster…. “Why oh why did you pick the pink one?”
I know a brat who’s 13 and he can hold many, many cans of pop. Liters of the stuff, in fact. I don’t think he’d want a white and pink fridge with big stars on the back, though.
In Wisconsin, a brat is that thing you boil in beer, grill up, and put on a hoagie at the tailgate party. I know this because it’s one of the two food groups here.
The other food group is beer.
You forgot the third Wisconsin food group; cheese.
Where does cheese fit in?
Aw, Kelli beat me to it.
I maintain that Cheese is a condiment and not a food in it’s own right. A position that has met with some resistance here in the land of cheese.
I thought in Wisconson everything was something you boil/fry in beer and eat at tailgate parties.
(Go Badgers!)
Sj- I never beat you. You walked into a door.
I actually did walk into the end of a door once, thereby giving myself a fat lip. No one believed me when I said I’d done that – they all wanted to know who had hit me. (Answer: Me, sort of.)
I managed to get stuck behind an open door once – I was sleepwalking and walked into my parents’ room, and then the door shifted closed just enough that when I turned around and tried to leave I ended up being funneled into the wall behind the door and banging my knee loud enough to wake my parents.
Is cheese a proper noun now, Taco? Also, it is so a food in its own right. *flits off to France*
Capitalizing nouns is a nasty habit I picked up in my years of German class. It still rears it’s ugly head from time to time.
Kase Kopf being very much different from Kopfkase
Ah yes. I sang a couple songs in German back in my performance major days, I remember everything being capitalized.
OMG…bratz with pop (or soda as us Texans call it)…sugar, caffeine, and small children what a
disastrousperfect combination!The pop vs soda debate: http://popvssoda.com:2998/countystats/total-county.html
OMG — I live in one of the two “crazy, mixed-up states” (go figure) that doesn’t know what to call that bubbly soft drink …………….
Apparently, the county in which I live sees fit to call it “coke”, although everyone I know tends to call the soda whatever brand it is.
I grew up in a pop state and then moved to a soda state. I say soda now. I also picked up “wicked,” as in, “It’s wicked hot out today.” At least I still have my R’s though.
I, too, made the pop-to-soda relocation almost a decade and a half ago, and apparently have a switch in my mind (the same one that keeps me from swearing in front of my parents, possibly) so that in the respective places I call it the locally-preferred word, but without really thinking about it. Likewise, I still have my Rs, though a schoolmate who lives here has the local accent. I can’t figure it out.
It takes me a bit to readjust when I return home, I tend to say soda for a few days at least. Sometimes it’s soda for the whole trip. It kind of depends on how often I’m called upon to refer to carbonated drinks during the trip. But I also don’t have a switch regarding swearing in front of my parents. I swear more in front of my mom than my dad, but my mom and I are very open with each other. I generally only swear in front of my dad if I’m driving. Well, driving in Boston. I don’t have as many reasons to swear when driving in Portland (gee, I wonder why?).
Huh? You(se) too far nort up ‘mong them thar yaneze and okies, obviously!
It’s “coke” (‘lessen y’alls in Waco, and then it’s ‘Doc Peppa’)
“Pop” is a relative or a balloon mishap.
“Soda” is something that come out of the bar gun to make a drink fizzy.
Like the new Avatar Captn.
Is “y’alls” the plural of the plural “y’all”? Don’t recon I herd that usd round here afore.
I’ve always heard them refered to as “co’cola” or “docca peppa”.
well, rereading my gibberish above, that should read as “you-all is” or “y’all’s” in the sense of a collective, plural “you” and the verb “to be” used in vernacular.
Silly Normans, squashing the sensible germanic plural “ihr” with the v-t tangle of vous-tous and the social implications thereof.
Not that a person could likely convince adults, let alone impressionable teenagers that “thou” and “thine” are singular forms, not plurals. Or that it is possible, but be as welcome as pleurisy [g].
Ahhhhhh runs around holding head in pain …
CapnMac – that is exactly why I stuck to math. If you want to discuss regression analysis or canonical correlation analysis, I’m your person. However, if you are going to start discussing the possessive plural past-tense blah, blah, blah of ya’ll (or “you guys” is you live up north), I’m in over my head. I concede, give up, hide under the bed, whatever ………
Well, I have some practice at trigonometry; I also have a pretty good “head” for three-dimensional vector math; I even have a fair handle on the differential equations required for combined-moment structural spans.
But, the “why” of a sine? Hopeless, complete and utter rubbish at it.
Beyond sin = 1/csc and cos = 1/sec and tan = sin/cos, and I got nothing.
Matrix math? Differentials? nth-order curve functions? I can repeat them, use them–explain them? Better odds of a random teenager being able to explain iambic pentameter.
Always been better with words and languages–and having been exposed to multiple languages and dialects and the like, and on a regular basis, my brain seems to have a knack for it.
Oooh I love it people with multiple personalities list items of CL. They do all the price negotiating beforehand. It saves me from having to deal with all those pesky numbers.
“Hi, I’m calling about the Bratz fridge…”
“You’ll take it for $19 and that’s your final offer!”
“Oooookay then.”
If you can keep him talking to himself you can probably get him to sell it to you for free.
I’d rather get to where they pay me to take it off their hands. I take $40 an hour.
Does that include the 18$ for the oboe jamming?
With enough incentive, I can jam anything.
I hate it when my Oboe jams. You have to take the thing apart to get the sound unstuck.
Translation
I have this broken-down appliance and am too lazy to take it to the dump myself, much less pay the fee to go there.
or:
I have this broken-down appliance and would gladly take it to the dump myself and even pay the fees, but I’ve got this leakage problem. Please help a sick person in need.
Hmm, which do you think is the more probable scenario?
I see Lola is now part of team kitty.
There does seem to be one or two around.
It’s a periodic occurrence. Being blonde all of the time requires a lot of upkeep, so I take a break once in a while.
[kittycorey]Lola a/k/a team kitty – your new avatar reminds me of the feral kitties here at work…of the six, four of them are black with huge green or yellow eyes…the other two are orange tabbys. The mama is a brindle – looks like a yellow tabby that stepped into a can of black paint, and the aging female is a tuxedo. I’ve taken to naming them after characters in “Steel Magnolias” so they are:
M’Lynn (mama to all of them…the slut..sigh)
Shelby
Jackson
Drum
Spud
Annelle
Truvy
Ouiza (she’s such a b*tch, always growling at someone)
[/endkittycorey]
Team Kitty avatar is watching you … 8)
Lola, your kitty avatar is mesmer-iffic. Just like Deneuve.
CJ – I have a black kitten (not so kittenish anymore) that was rescued, as a very small kitten, from a feral cat society. She completely black with big yellow eyes. Are you missing one?
That’s why we seem to have “wild cat day” around here every once in a while.
Firefly and Fearless were both semi-wild when I got them. Fearless has adapted to the more sedentary life of an indoor cat to the point of being near-comatose at times, but Firefly still gets a twitch in her tail every now and then.
Severus was a rescue kitty too. He was tossed out in a bag with another kitten. My best friend’s co-worker found them, got them fixed, and I got Severus.
Seb(astian) was also a rescue. One of his features that I find particularly endearing are his “tomcat cheeks,” which are apparently noticeably fluffy (somewhat visible in the photo) because he was not fixed until after he’d become fully adult (and had arrived at the shelter). My last one was a rescue too. The one before that (who was my first) sort of rescued herself by showing up on the doorstep when my parents were softhearted enough to let me let her in (during a rainstorm). We lived out in the country and people from “town” dumped animals off all of the time in that area. There was a feral family of cats that lived in the area, descendants of someone’s rejected pet. We couldn’t take them all in, no matter what the townies thought.
Resistance is futile, you will be assimilated )unless you give good ear rubs and have much salmon(
We had a procession of “unwanted” cats when I was growing up. Most were strays that people would bring in hoping we’d find them a home with one of our clients (about 1 in 4 ended up at our house).
One of the best cats ever was one that the owners wanted to have put to sleep due to a malady that was entirely curable but somewhat expensive (they lacked the funds). He was such a nice cat that instead we asked them if they’d sign him over to new owners (us) instead of puting him down. They did, and we spent the money fixing him up.
He still lives with my parents and to date is one of the nicest cats I’ve ever met (almost TOO nice sometimes).
@ CJ – as soon as you said 6 cats, I read your post in CatMath. It hurt, because it seemed to make sense, until I got to the names. Now I’m confused and my catulator is stuck on the ceiling because she doesn’t like coming to work and I have no liver for her. 🙁
Capn is right. I could no longer resist. If this works, the pic would be that of Hoshi when he was barely bigger than my hand. When he passed last year, he was 23 pounds and could reach onto the kitchen countertops by standing on his hind legs. He was no small kitty. I miss that little fuzzball.
MandaB, this is beyond cute. Kitty mafia, indeed.
Now I’m missing Colleen and her avvie, again. I hope the mattress didn’t get her.
The (very silly) Kia gerbil commercial was just on.
It being very close to 1700 here, the catulator is getting more alert.
He noticed the Gerbils, and had to stop and sit up. This not be close enough to the rodents, we stood on our back legs and tail stump to “r’r’r’r’r’ra?” at the tv.
We then had to walk over to a cooler part of the floor, turn around 2 times, then flump down & wash a bit.
Severus was quite interested in the opening bit of Ice Age the other night. The part with the squirrel thing and his acorn. He didn’t get up to investigate, though, just watched from the chair. He watches TV a lot though, not just the parts with the animals. One time he watched an entire episode of The Daily Show.
Was it the snark, or the sight of a silver fox that so held his attention, do you think?
(Also, tell me I’m not alone in thinking Jon Stewart is ridiculously attractive, even if he is almost twice my age?)
Jon Stewart is HAWT. He’s almost twice my age too. I don’t care.
As for Severus, I think he has a healthy appreciation of snark, but also a healthy appreciation of people. So, probably a little of both.
I’ve been a fan of Stewart since before he had a talk show on MTV in the early/mid-90s. Doing the math on that just made me feel old. He’s only got about 10 years on me. :/
I wouldn’t kick him out of bed for eating crackers.
I have an app on my iPod Touch that simulates the little red dot from a laser pointer on different backgrounds. My cats reactions were as follows;
Simon – Ignored it.
Fearless – Sniffed it a couple of times and then returned to “making biscuits” in preparation for her next nap.
Firefly – Bit my iPod.
This is a trick question, isn’t it?
So many problems with these.
To the first one, if I’m reading it right, the doors being tossed was either a consequence of the seller leaking, or an event that occurred while the seller was leaking. So either the seller was leaking on the doors, which ruined them and so he had to toss them, or the doors made him leak, so they had to go. So to speak. Either way, this guy has a problem with fridge doors, so if you’re going to pick this up, don’t bring a set to see if they fit.
Now, as to the Bratz fridge, this one freaks me out a little. It’s clear that he can’t spell and isn’t good with punctuation, so let me just go ahead and correct him here in the manner that it reads to me:
“its really knife one
u can put alot of ‘pop’ in it”
Knives. “Pop.” And notice how he shows the fridge from all angles but doesn’t give you a shot of the inside? Yeah, pop my tuchus. That fridge only looks new because he bleached the inside to get the blood stains out. If you’re going to go over and check this one out … don’t. Seriously. Ten to one he’s got a walk-in freezer … and no livestock.
For the second one, it’s not completely his fault. He just took a suggestion from a book. He hopped on Pop and by the time he stopped what was left of Pop fit in that tiny fridge. This happened only a few weeks after he accidently killed his mother by serving her green eggs and ham. Will the Dr. Suess tragedies never end for poor Sparky?
I’m convinced that the seller has a brain leakage issue. This would explain a lot.
Indeed he does. The problem is …
* sunglasses *
… it’s not his brain.
YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH
Lt. Horatio Caine… YEAAAAAHHH
Well, that just made the whole thing a *lot* more disturbing.
Thanks for that.
I am absolutely convinced the second ad was written by a 13 year old girl.
Agree.
My almost 13 year old daughter has better grammar and spelling skills than our second poster. However, my 19 year old neice cannot even spell the word “has” and thinks grammar is the female parent of her parent.
Wat u mean kelli? teanagrs spel plnty gud! they pas teh engish al teh tim!
(Great, now I’ve gotta go wash my soul.)
Don’t forget to wash behind your new kitty ears.
Mew?
Teenagers ain’t awl lawst queses.
Comment…thread…hurts…brain. Can’t…read…bad…grammar…anymore…
*aneurysm*
Guys, I think you broke Bridgete.
Did she Bridgetesplode? Does she have a warranty with the same coverage mine does?
We need to fill out the claim form!
Well, she has been immersing herself in language used in very precise (and often very verbose and redundant argot) which she has to be able to repeat back in very precise ways.
Amerispeak is not conducive to such study. Sparkies being the nadir of amerispeak might couple with intense study and create an upsetting moment arm.
Oy’ y’derailed ‘er train o’t’ought, y’did.
Or maybe she just walked into that very large bar she keeps talking about and knocked herself out.
I did, indeed, Bridgetesplode. I’m pretty sure I had an implied warranty of merchantability. I’m filling out the claim form now.
kelli – I have and 11 year old with great spelling and grammar and we won’t talk about my teenager. He has a tee shirt that says it all “speling iz my bst subjet” (or something like that).
Artsy, I just died inside. 🙁
*is a grammar geek* I will, however, poke fun at it from time to time. I used to be good at *shudder* chat-speak or *double shudder* LOL-speak, but I got therapy for that.
My sister is the self-proclaimed Spelling Nazi. She does spell rather well… I can spell rather well, too! R-a-t-h-e-r *space* w-e-l-l! Ta-daaa!
I took an interesting online IQ test once. It split your IQ into 13 different types of intelligence. Your overall score was the average of these, of course, but if you wished you could pay something minimal (no more than $5, I think it may have even been only $1 or $2) and find out your score in all the different types. Apparently my spelling IQ is 157. Despite that, I have a lot of difficulty orally spelling a word. I can’t seem to visualize words very well, so even with fairly simple words, I might miss a letter or transpose letters.
If it were written by a 15 year old boy, the ad would read:
“Fridge.”
There was a time we had to play 42 questions just to know wtf was going on with them. As in:
Q: How was school today.
A: Fine.
Q: What did you work on in lacrosse practice today?
A: Stuff.
Q: How much homework do you have in Algebra?
A: Some.
ARRRGGGHHH. And the 500 text messages/month ran out in three weeks. We would volunteer to take them out for ice cream and then grill them until they cracked and started using three word sentences — a two mile trip turns into thirty as we get “lost” on the way there.
Meh.
Astro, the irony of that avatar is that I just put on that movie for background during study/YSaC time.* They just arrived at Hogwarts.
*Yes, I get to do both right now, because it’s late so my studying at the moment is fairly ineffective anyway. I’m looking at a few things before bed in the hopes that if I fall asleep thinking about them, they will cement themselves into my brain.
If Dahmer had bought his fridge on craiglist, I’m sure he would have been caught sooner, you know, with the leaking and all.
I’m currently in a skit show and one of the skits just wrtten is a parody of the sit-“com” Dharma and Greg, called Dharma and God. It was emailed round the cast today, but titled “Dahmer and God” and my mind went right to Jeffrey. I’m playing Dharma and now I’m worried I’ll go all crazy in the middle of the skit and start eating people…
It must be the sleep deprivation, but for some reason the phrase “I’m worried I’ll go all crazy in the middle of the skit and start eating people…” has me doubled over laughing. Something must be seriously wrong with me.
“its really nive one.”
I’ve seen those Bratz dolls. They aren’t at all what you’d call naive.
Why is there a Bratz fridge?
For young serial killers-in-training. They can chop up their Bratz dolls and store the parts in their Bratz fridge.
Or part of the Serial Killer Barbie playset.
I haven’t played with Serial Killer Barbie, but I’ve played with Joan of Arc Barbie. The only problem with her is that you can only play with her once.
My sister played Barbie and Clyde. It didn’t end well either.
I thought the Joan of Arc Barbie was recalled – toxic fumes from the burning bits o’ Barbie were causing little children to think they were sent by God to fight against the English. Also, they were speaking French – apparently that’s what really got some of the parents upset.
One of my all time favorite bumper stickers “Joan of Arc is alive and medium well”
Never understood the appeal of Jean d’Arc.
Vapid teeanager hears voices and starts a war so long,
that for convenience’s sake has 38 year’s lopped off its name.
Does that mean that they are only sold in Taco’s cheese state?
Well, I ain’t seen ’em ’round these here parts.
Astro — you forgot “ya’ll”.
LRC! Dexter reference! ♥
Purely coincidence, I’m afraid. But I’ll keep the <3
Coincidental or not, you get to keep the ♥.
Awesome! Now tell me how to make the heart shape.
Ha! The mental image I’m getting from LRC’s comment *is* Dexter’s freezer doll! You’re right, it’s perfect for little Ice Truck Killer Junior.
The heart – ♥ – can be made without an ascii code if you have a keyboard with the number pad to the right. Hold down ALT and press the 3 on the number pad.
♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
Why, so you can! ♥ ♥ ♥
I’ll take your word for it, as I’m on a laptop. I miss my ten-key. Mostly when making online purchases.
But the ascii code is actually pretty easy. You don’t have to memorize a number, if you just do ♥ it’ll come up just the same.
For storing the sushi for the Sushi-a-go-go Lounge playset, making ice for the virgin daiquiris to serve poolside at the Jailbait Lagoon playset, and of course for keeping the My First Botox Kit fresh between sleepovers.
I guess you have to start serial killer training young. How else do they avoid capture so long?
“He’s just a kid. He even still plays with dolls. I guess we’ll never solve these random, bizarre murders. Now let’s move this boy through a series of foster homes until he’s eighteen or we lose track of him.”
I will give you $25 or $18 for ur Bratz refrigerator.
BTW, does it hold any kind of sausage, or just Bratz?
And, is that some specific brand, or any of the Bratwürste?
(Could it be that 2nd poster is under injunction from a certain famous–hillshire– sausage–farms–manufacturer?)
Is is just random curiosity or are you going to a SausageFest later?
What?
No, but I have not been to “Wurstfest” in far too long {G}
Seems like that first fridge needs to do some snarky commentry here so it can get itself some doors.
A little Duct tape and it’s good as new, nive even!
Duct Tape, Duct Tape, Duct Tape…
BEA ARTHUUUUURRR!
I think duct tape would be better at keeping its doors shut, now that Bea Arthur is no longer among the living.
Are you implying or inferring the adore-less fridge is haunted and/or possessed by the spirit of Bea Arthur?
Could it be that being possessed is the medical condition that rendered Sparky unable to use his Bea Arthur cutout many moons ago?
Could that be the medical condition of long-ago?
Taco… I think… I just… kinda sorta fell in love with you a tiiiiiny bit.
Or I’m hungry. Whichever. If it’s that… you know what that means.
CHIMICHANGAS!!!
Will that be your next challenge, Taco? Forget typing with mugs! Now Taco’s typing with fridges!
“if u want to ask me somthing e maill me or call me its xxx xxx xxxx”
Does she mean questions in general or just about the fridge. BECAUSE…mapquest is down and I need directions to an interview. Is she like moviefone?
(goes back to lurking)…
Elebenty doors for you!
I’m thinking I need to try lurking. Apparently, saving up all your snark for one good blast is the new trend.
I would not have the patience for lurking. I’d be reading quietly to myself and then be struck with the sudden urge to share random thoughts with others, which is frowned upon in most places unless you call it “performance art”.
True SJ, and in most states, you need a permit or licence for that.
SJ, “Can I help you officer?”
Cop, “Do you have a permit for that snark”?
SJ, “ummm, I seem to have left it jammed in my other oboe”
Cop, “Sorry Maam but I’m gunna have to take you in”
SJ, “DRATS”
Judge, “Bail is set and two leaky fridge doors and a Not.A.Lion, let this be a lesson to you!”
Hey, man, you can’t bust me, man! It’s in the Bill of Snark, man! See, man, it says it right there – “Life, liberty, and the pursuit of snark”!
That was repealed under the Homeland Snarkurity Act.
Next you’ll be planting roadside puns!
Can you prove your are an actual resident of Snarkland?
…Next you’ll be planting roadside puns!…
Only if it counts towards my community service.
Snark!? You can’t handle the Snark!!
For roadside puns, you pick those up wearing that Hit-Me vest while in the verges on the weekends.
Which is something that will happen if you fail to keep your baggage in your snark-sight the entire time before air travel.
“Only if it counts towards my community service.”
No community service for you, it’s straight to the snark house!
Do they have the fried baloney sammitches there?
No, only antique cereals and some 1950’s minty Crisco
Wouldn’t that be cruel and unusual punishment?
Unusual maybe….but you can make “stuff” from Crisco and cereal!
“the sudden urge to share random thoughts with others”
Isn’t that also called tourrettes?
Isn’t a fridge without doors an air conditioner?
And when it leaks, it’s a cool pool.
That is the philosophical question of the day.
I think Shakespeare addressed it best when he wrote, “A fridge by any other name would be as leaky; so the doors would, were they not doors called.”
To AC or not to AC that is the question:
Whether ’tis nobler online to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous comments,
Or to make snarks against a sea of misspellings,
And by exposing end them?
You’re gonna get CapnMac all excited.
You say that like it’s a ‘bad’ thing. I don’t think Capn will mind.
Philo-so-fy is what we’re all about at YouSnarkAtCraigslist. Can u tel i iz a coleg graguit
How sharper a serpent’s tooth
refined Snark bitingly be.
Whither then the asp’s bite
But to deserve-ed breast?
Loose, let slip, those ravening,
Those kitties of War,
to, with umbrage just mete and dire
Batt and tumble and play-slay
Sparky accidentally Iago’s minion made
[physics corey] A fridge without doors would actually make an excellent space heater, but a terrible A/C unit. A fridge in effect removes the heat from inside the space and puts it outside the space, along with all the heat generated by the energy needed to move the original heat. So you end up with *more* heat than you started with. So turn the doors-removed side to the wall, plug the thing in, and you’ll be toasty warm. Possibly as a result of an explosion when the leaked-on power cord gets electricity run through it, but warm either way. [/physics corey]
Dear Sparky #1:
You are correct, no doors indeed. While slightly disturbing, your commentary wasn’t nearly snarky enough to warrant A door, let alone elebenty doors.
But keep trying! One of these posts you’ll get enough doors to warrant a trip to the Don’t Suck box! Chin up, bucko!
Poor Sparky #1 will never know the joy and agony of collecting a punch from WindRose.
:sniff,sniff:
That’s so sad.
I’m not sure about what’s behind adore number two. [Salvador Dali corey] There is a depth-perception, warping-of-dimension thing going on with the design… the curvilinear doors… the semi-hourglass edges…may not be conducive to wellbeing after an eve of beverage binge… [/Salvador Dali corey] (although, your beverage would remain properly chilled as the assurance the device WORRK is made painfully clear)
[corey] There is something distinctly surreal about a refrigerator, normally a source of comforting nourishment, having a slight hourglass outline, a shape normally achieved by the deprivation of food. Of course, I could be reading too much into what is essentially an overpriced child’s plaything.[/corey]
Darnit. I’ve been trying to use another gravatar and name to comment, but it won’t post. And it’s not showing even as being in moderation, and when I attempt to try again with the same text, it tells me it’s a duplicate comment, while the comment it’s a duplicate of doesn’t exist. This name and e-mail are working fine, but not the other one.
It’s the mantra: Clear cookies, then cache, the restart browser (after first checking gravatar that the “correct” image ‘took” there [sigh]).
I can’t believe I’m in the box,
I still won’t play it with a fox,
I do not like oboes and jam,
but you can punch me, Windrose ma’am
Not right now though. It’s too early for a punch. Unless it’s rum punch. In which case, that sounds perfect.
Congratulations, Manda.
Thank you, kitty moose!!!
Congrats! The Seussian Inspirations (**files away as possible bandname**) seem to get very good around here, what with Oboes and Jam and Taco’s Beetle Bottle Battle Parodies.
I wish I could work up some good snark today. I can’t even accomplish a condescending smirk right now.
Sounds like you need help from Treepwood Guybrush, Mighty Pirate.
Does anybody really know what price it is?
Does anybody really care?
If so, I really can’t imagine why
We’ve all got time enough to snark.
Is that a Once More, With Feeling quote? (Extrapolating DH avvie to all Whedon-esque musicals…)
If so, many doors (which I can’t actually give as puter is broked) and if not, have doors anyway for putting such cheese-tastic music in my head on a sleepy Tuesday morning. 🙂
Jen, I give you a door for “sleepy Tuesday morning” which just tripped me out a bit. It’s almost 3pm on Monday here… unless I got lost on YSaC longer than I thought. Hmm. Better check some diapers.
Hehe, yay!!! One of the few good things about living at the arse end of the globe, so far away from an IKEA (which it is my dream to visit, tragically enough) is that I get to be all “I’m from the future” on international-type message boards. 🙂 I’m going to Samoa next month and will thoroughly enjoy arriving there half a day before I leave NZ. Same thing happens when I go to the US, but that usually involves the LAX transit lounge, and is therefore a time of detestation and trial.
Now if you could just convince IKEA to put a store near LAX! Our Portland (Oregon) store is at the mall that’s at the airport. I’ve only been once as we live car-free and it’s a 2+ hour train trip. Do-able as a grown-up, but not as a grown-up with a 5yo and a 3yo in tow. The cool thing is that if you come by MAX (our light rail system) then delivery is reduced. Well, cool if you don’t have young ones to drag along.
I’m sick and totally love their meatballs & salmon & am happy to go walk around a bit & then have lunch, buying nary a thing.
It did double-duty both as the OMWF reference and a Chicago (the band, not the musical) reference, of which I’m terribly ashamed to admit was a near-addiction of mine in the mid-80s.
I’m much better now, though.
Well, it was a Hard Habit to Break.
Don’t Get Around Much Anymore, do you, IF?
Elebenty bazillion doors for picking up the Buddy Ryan reference…
I’m trying to get into the cat mafia, what do you think?
I think that our resident rat with an ublubler might be getting a little bit nervous.
So cute!♥!
Looks a bit like my “little sister” – my Mom’s cat Nikki. (I call her Princess Pumpkinbutt.) She doesn’t have the stylish moose costume, though.
LurkRealClose – I like it.
Now I’m confused is it “cat mafia”, “lizard mafia”, or “confuse me” day?
No idea, I just goggled for “cat moose” and this is what I got. I was inspired by HamCan’s Cat in a Can.
You actually got a hit on “cat moose”? That is kinda sad.
: goes to Google “Monkey Lobster”, gets 98,500 hits:
Now that’s really sad.
Now Artsy has one too!
Awww…There’s a kitten in your armpit.
Where’s the Potato Mafia?
In Russia. Go to Alaska and turn right. It’s always Right in Alaska…
If you still can’t find it, look for Sarah Palin’s house. I’m told Russia’s easily spotted from there.
I’m still looking for the mutant Kaled mafia. I’m pretty sure it’s a little further away than Russia.
Ok, could not hold the [corey] in any longer.
Sparky 1 has put out the semi-dead appliance.
In accordance to the the law in almost every civilized place
the doors have been removed from the appliance.
Now they want to sell this zombie appliance?
Just how much freon have they been huffing?
Second sparky makes me sad–first that our society is so saturated with
product-identity that anything can be marketed if properly branded. Second, that there are people who will buy merchandise, any merchandise as long as it is branded to “something.”
*sigh*
[/corey]
[true story freon-related catch 22 corey) I am in possession of a portable air conditioner. Not a window-type unit; a free-standing portable unit that requires a vent hose similar to an automatic clothing dryer to exhaust hot-air byproducts of the cooling process. It no longer works as the freon has permeated the inner seals. I contacted our local waste disposal company (the one that regularly services our domicile) re disposal of same. They indicated that a certification must be obtained (from a duly licensed agent) stating that freon is no longer contained in the device before it may be disposed. Not a single air conditioner repair company that I’ve subsequently contacted will work on this type device due to it’s manufacturing characteristics, nor will they supply said certification. The waste company representative that was contacted again re this situation and said (this is no joke) that I should probably just dump it roadside in an adjacent neighborhood as that’s what she would do. Brilliant. </true story freon-related catch 22 corey] No wonder our globe is in such condition.
*sigh and sigh again*
Ooops… smeared the bracketing a bit…
*mentally adds “humanity is doomed” tag to abwh’s post*
Curious… is [serious corey] redundant?
Probably. 🙂 It’d be like [earnest Matt] or [snark].
[consumer culture/spoiled tweens Corey]I am also sad that they gave her a cell phone to post this ad from. It looks like chat msgs from my husband when it “helpfully” corrects his big fingers typing on the little iTouch. Only he sees the errors and then adds “Grrr!” and the correct word.
[/corey]
I can’t even tell if this is in the right place. This is in reply to Cap’n’s branding comment.
Under the right circumstances* my avatar looks like a cat.
*Under a full moon in a leap year after consuming a gallon of beer, elebenty hits of acid and a can of vintage Crisco.
Oh Christina… you’re right! I caught a glimpse of it, out of the corner of my eye. Cuuuute.
Manda, I’ll be back in a little while to punch you! Nice day for it, really. 8)
It’s a lovely night for a punch. Ready whenever you are (as the youngest has decided that once again mommy really doesn’t need to sleep.)
*holds out punch card and ducks head* Just not the face, please!
MandaB, Punchity Punch Punch! Take that! 8)
G’Night, Montana!
Team Kitty avatar test…pay no attention…
damn……
okay, un-damn…team kitty avatar success!!!