crack blocks and bricks
I ahve over a 100 crack blocksw and close to 100 crack bricks call me if you want them Phil xxx-xxx-xxxx
I’ve been looking for a reliable source for my crack for a while now. Phil obviously is a savvy businessman and can help me with all my crack needs; after all, sometimes you want a block and sometimes you want a brick.
Thanks, Chris!
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100 bricks of crack? WOO HOO! But, this ad is cleary directed to someone named Phil. Do I need to change my name?
How convenient! We’re back to Dr. Seuss and Fox in Socks – now we can make quick crack brick stacks and quick crack block stacks.
Brick Block Brunk
I put this brick of crack into this crack trunk!
Brick Block Bruck
I sneak the crack trunk over the border in the crack truck!
Brick Block Bealer
I deliver the crack truck to the crack dealer.
Brick Block Blaud
The crack dealer is nabbed by the police’s crack squad.
Brick Block Blist
Now I have to sell all these crack blocks on
crackCraigslist.This is the crackhouse that Sparky built.
These are the crack bricks,
that make up the crackhouse that Sparky built.
This is the Asshat,
who sold the crack bricks,
that make up the crackhouse that Sparky built.
This is the coke,
made into bricks by the Asshat,
who sold the crack bricks,
that make up the crackhouse that Sparky built.
This is the Mexican drug dealer,
who sold the coke,
made into bricks by the Asshat,
who sold the crack bricks,
that make up the crackhouse that Sparky built.
This is the- OMGI’MBEINGATTACKEDBYZOMB-
**hyperventilates on the floor**
Many many doors, Astro. I see a punch in your future.
*Whacks astro with a door*
Excellent idea – not only do you express your commendation, but it also scares away the zomb-
Nothing like a good public school education, right Astro? It’s nice to know that they are learning the basics.
Wow, Lola! Did you replace the avatar with a real picture?
Miss Lola, I believe you carbonated my hormones.
I can’t claim responsibility for that. It comes from
“Bloom County”. And like Grampdaddy, VERY partial
to redheads.
Smedley, you’re right! I think I have a crush on you for the BC reference!
I had to check Miss Jen’s math, but she is right, that is
“Our Mrs. Reynolds”. Nicely done!
Ha, yay for “Miss Jen”!! I had an argument with the travel lady yesterday because she told me I couldn’t be a “Miss”, had to be a “Ms” or a “Mrs”. I told her the only people I’ve ever known who are “Ms”s were really grumpy old teachers who wore thick stockings and sandals, lumpy brown cardigans and bit their fingernails, and it’s a horrid sound, like a swarm of angry bees in a minty new truck. And why shouldn’t I celebrate my freedom from the married state?
In the end I went for “Prof.” instead. I think she was quite glad to get rid of me…
*drops many a doors at Astro’s feet*
Hope I missed your toes!
Not of myself, Grampdaddy & Smedley …
It’s Christina Hendricks.* I was redheaded before I was blonde, so I revert on occasion.
*Source: http://nymag.com/fashion/10/spring/63808/ I include this purely for research reference, of course. 8)
PS: Smedley, a door for “carbonated my hormones.” I’m so totally stealing that.
Well Lola, I’m sure you are even more beautiful because you have a snarky spirit. I am allowed to comment because Mrs. Grampdaddy is a redhead and I am EXTREMELY partial to redheads.
*sigh* Adore the new avvie. She’s awesomesauce. ‘Specially as Mrs Malcolm Reynolds. *sigh again*
Does this mean the Kitty mafia is being replaced by peoples? Cap’n Mac, Lola, Gramps, Addicted Reader (kinda), mudslicker and much more, too many to list, are representing the hominids- let the revolution begin!*
*Imagine I have changed my avvie in an impressive display of support. Cannot do so at work.
Jen – kitties, people, suit yourself. 🙂 I don’t usually do like everyone else, but I was amused by the kitty mafia avatar takeover of 2010, and happy to participate. Put up whatever makes you happy (that is socially appropriate, of course). If I can’t do top-level snark, at least I can pretty up the page a bit.
Lola!!
Avatarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
*Stalkity stalk stalk!*
Although I do agree with Grampdaddy, I am more partial to the wit then the ti…ummm, bosoms.
And, to some extent, it is just not fair–we mere males, barring the odd tardis driver, cannot merely change a hair style or a depiction and and cause mass swooning.
But, in all fairness, the depth of intelect and breadth of heart are the foundations upon which the spindledrift are set astray by the mere suggestion of auburn hiristuteness . . .
I don’t know, guys … Jon Hamm, Clive Owen, Ewen McGregor, to name a few (suggestions welcome). Handsome suavety (sic, or something) is always welcome as a visual if that is what you would like to put across.
Does this mean the Kitty mafia is being replaced by peoples? Cap’n Mac, Lola, Gramps, Addicted Reader (kinda), mudslicker and much more, too many to list, are representing the hominids- let the revolution begin!
Ooh, I’m a kinda! Thanks? : )
Brilliant!
Bravo! Elebenty hunnert a-doors to you!
Astro, you’re a brick!
Does that mean you’re drowning slowly, windy?
IF, I have a Ben Folds Five crush on you!
IF, I have an IF crush on you!
Mudsy – I have a down and dirty crush on you. (Oops, don’t tell Taco – he’ll be jealous.)
With all these crushes, you’d think this was the Greek pantheon…
Astro, I wanna see you do that to the theme of The Little Red Hen
“Who will help me smoke this crack?” asked the little red hen.
“I will”, said the capitalist pig.
“I will”, said the Aflack duck.
I thought pigs were bolsheviks?
Something about that just isn’t kosher.
They can be capitalists and chauvinists as well as Bolsheviks. That’s why they’re pigs—-easy to be equal opportunity offenders.
*oink*
I missed you guys…
We missed you too aerobatic penguin….
It’s the Return of PenCon!
WhooHoo, Astro! Elebenty+1 gazillion doors!, and a window, and a sunroof…
That right there is a thing of beauty, Astro!
Jinkies, that was…
Wow.
Just WOW.
I second…or third…or fourth…or elebentieth what everyone else said.
When I was dumb I us’d to post
About my bricks to sell the most;
And post it again when they didn’t go
And make some flimsy innuendo.
Jimmy crack bricks and I don’t care
Jimmy crack blocks and I don’t care
Jimmy crack head and I don’t care!
He doesn’t got a brain.
Bravo, Taco, lots of poetry going around this AM. I’m too much of a blockhead this morning to jump in.
All the awesomeness this morning has just sucked the snark out of my brain. I’m gonna have to try and regroup during lunch.
Ditto
This is how big box retailers put the mom and pop shops out of business. How is the corner crack dealer supposed to stay in business when Sparkmart has bricks and blocks for the same price as local rocks?
In Grampdaddy’s day rocks weren’t cheap! You had to pay up with two rocks if you wanted a rock, and since there weren’t any rocks around you had to earn those two rocks by selling off your unused organs.
Damn kids and their fancy ass free rocks.
Bet the next generation will be crapping rocks! Oh, we would have loved to be crapping rocks.
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Finally, a product that utilizes all those thousands of tons of clean fill from craigslist.
We didn’t even HAVE rocks! We had to make them out of mud after we made the dirt and the water. And we walked twenty miles each way to school, and it was uphill both ways, and the snow was up to our ears, and that was in July, and we didn’t even have schools, we had to make our own out of rocks, and we didn’t even have rocks….
You had to go to school in July? Somebody wasn’t working the system correctly.
Was the only time we could get through the snow, Mudsy.
Oh gosh. Where was my brain….!
you had to earn those two rocks by selling off your unused organs.
I don’t have any unused organs – would you consider a player piano and a chickollo?
Uh, is blocksw anything like the Group W bench?
It’s more like 8.5w boys boots for $3.00 or $2.50 OBOs….
‘ceptin’ Alice isn’t there…
He’s a crack … house
Got mighty whitey
Havin’ a big blow-out
He’s a crack … house
This dude’s got stacks and that’s a fact
Ain’t holdin’ nothin’ back
Looks like Lego’s got a new designer series out.
If the dealers are this stupid, why didn’t the US gov’t win the war on drugs years ago? I mean, these people are just giving it away out in the open!
Oh, wait – because humanity will never, ever win the war on stupid, as this ad shows. That’s why …
An abbreviated story of the “Three Little Pigs”.
Once there were three pigs who went out into the big, big world. One pig was lazy and built his house of “grass”. And he huffed, and he puffed, and went out for munchies. The second little pig was almost as lazy, and he built his house out of ‘shrooms – He never got it completed, but it was mystically fantastic.
The third little pig was very industrious, and he built his house out of “left over” bricks and blocks. It was a sturdy and expensive house, and he was so happy with it that he played his fiddle and sang,
“Who’s afraid of the DEA, the DEA, the DEA.
Who’s afraid of the DEA, La La Lala La.”
Then the DEA sent an undercover agent named Phil to the third Little Pig’s house, and he said “Little Pig, Little Pig, sell me some block!”
And the Little Pig answered, “Not a chance, Narc, I think that’s a crock!”
So they called in a SWAT team and blew up his house.
The End.
So THAT’S how the bricks got all cracked. Looks like DEA agent Phil took advantage of an opportune moment.
Now he’s sippin’ bacontinis and livin’ la vida loca down in the Caribbean and selling pig #3’s house brick by brick.
Ah, such fond memories of bedtime stories as told by Grampdaddy…it explains a lot about my warped view of the world I suppose.
I can only imagine what he did with the Grimm’s fairy tales. The wicked witch in Hansel and Gretel probably ended up on The Food Network.
30 Minute Children Meals
Rugrat Schnitzel : serves 4, recommended side of snips, snails, and puppy dog tails.
Manda — does he tell these stories to your kids? Can’t you imagine “sharing time” at school ….. “Sunday my Grandpa told us the story of ‘The 3 little Crack Heads'”. I can just imagine the phone call ……
And isn’t he a schoolteacher, too? Just imagine all of the little minds he can so easily
warpinfluence!Remind me to tell you the story of “Snow White and the Eighth Dwarf (named Sleazy)”
OR, I can tell you a real-life,non-fiction story about how gelatin (a.k.a. ‘Jello’) is made – almost lost a whole class of 4th graders with that one!
And no, I will not eat Jello.
Grampdaddy, does the phrase “rendering plant” come into it any where?
Why yes, yes it does. And railroad gondola cars.
WooHoo, I have, in complete and utter and flagrant disregard of union rules, wrangled gondola cars in a “hump” yards.
Oh Capn, my Capn – I am sorely jealous!
Probably not a sore as I was the next day. As the cars come over the decoupler, the “trick” way is to swing up the ladder rungs to the brake wheel as they roll by–considered poor form to have to use the mechanical brakes at the top of the hump yard to collect the loose cars (you also need an extra hand with a key to the control tower, too).
After having sorted the consist down to the various spurs they belong upon, you then get to walk the line of them and make sure the brakes are all spun off, so the cars can be collected by the switcher and made up into a new consist later.
Young man’s work, for before a body needs condroitin and the like for joint health.
Plus elebenty doors for that one, Grampdaddy!
*Bursts into the room*
Everyone Freeze!
So Agent Gramps, you’re our media leak!
*Drags Grampdaddy out the door*
Nobody saw anything! And if they pigs ask, it was a natural gas leak.
You’re right, Taco – it was a natural gas leak. You startled me so badly when you burst into the room that…. well…… ummm,
Bean burritos for lunch – ’nuff’ said. about that.
The original version of the story had Phil say, “Little Pig, Little Pig, sell me a brick.”
And the Little Pig answered, “Not a chance, Narc, I think you’re a .. !”
But we self-edited, and we are very proud of ourselves. Yay!
Poor Sparky..never could learn the proper usage of Pig Latin…
The sad thing is, Sparky probably thinks he did a great job of disguising his post.
This should come with a Public Service Announcement;
“This is stupidity.
This is stupidity on CraigsList.
Any questions?”
I didn’t have to change much from this old Depeche Mode tune from the days before Gahan became a suicidal mental patient.
When the site was found we laid the foundations down
It didn’t take long before they came back tumbling down
Don’t build with crack, you need a little mortar
How else you gonna see what it’s gonna be like?
So we picked up our tools and we worked in the morning light
With the last block placed wasn’t it a wonderful sight?
But it fell back down and scattered all around
Anything passes when you build with cracks
My monument
it fell down
Work all of my days for this kind of praise
It fell down
… There was a reason one of their nicknames was “Depressed Mode ” …
I won’t stoop to the Phil McCracken joke…
I won’t stoop to the Phil McCracken joke…
I won’t stoop to the Phil McCracken joke…
I won’t stoop to the Phil McCracken joke…
I won’t stoop to the Phil McCracken joke…
I won’t stoop to the Phil McCracken joke…
Kracken off the port bow! Everyone get the bricks!
*Bricks are lobbed at the Kracken*
Sir, the Kracken is acting all weird! What’ll we do?!
*Nods Sagely*
That isn’t an answer! Oh Gods, it’s bumming money off the helmsman! It wants some pocket change for an eight ball, but it’s telling the helmsman that it needs bus fare! Oh the humanity!
Was it pushing a grocery cart and sleeping in an empty refrigerator box?
Oh the humidity!
Its breath did reek of cheap wine.
Oh, the comorbidity!
Gallopalooza!
Cesar Chavez would be
proudoutraged.Look! Off the starboard bow, it’s a giant sea cow! Oh, the huge manatee!
IF, I have a nosological crush on you.
Penguin, I have a crush (don’t even know your gender, but whatevs) on you for best use of “nosological” in today’s comments.
I am happy to see the return of PenCon and I have a sounds-very-nerdy crush on said PenCon.
You know, if this guy lives in Miami, the whole “I have 100 crack bricks” could easily be true…I mean hell, he wouldn’t even need to smuggle them into the country! Small planes will toss them out to lighten the craft so that they can out-run the authorities, apparently…
Then again, I may be mistaking the mid 80’s with current day. I’m sure the smugglers have come up with better methods to smuggle their goods in. Like stuffing a dead body with it while bringing it into FL for “burial”.
Jeepers, this is what I get for showing up late. Oh, well – I might as well take a crack at it. Or maybe a brick, I’m confused as to what the difference is.
CL crack is cheap. I make too much money to smoke CL crack.
Your avatar cat looks like it’s on crack already.
Ha! That would actually explain a lot about him.
[cat owner Corey] He’d gotten himself stuck on the roof, and was peering over the gutter at me and asking to be rescued. That face says “Mom, I think maybe I made a bad choice.” [/cat owner Corey]
So of course my first move was to take his picture. I’d feel worse about my parenting if I didn’t have to get him off the roof every other day or so.
Phil, you blockhead!
WHONEEDSCOFFEEWHENYOUHAVELOTSOFBRICKSOFCRACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*BOINGYBOINGYBOINGYBOINGYBOINGYBOINGYBOINGYBOINGYBOINGYBOINGY*
HamCan!!! You broke the style sheet again!!!
*takes pogo stick from HamCan* I think you need BoingyBoingy intervention for a little while, young man!
and to think it wasn’t even because of a massive link…
At least it’s BOINGY!!
Stop Boingy-ing your semi-massive link – you’ll go blind!
Or get hairy palms; opinions differ.
It might be some other form of shrubbery.
I’ll stop when I need glasses and a shave.
Woah! That’s me in the box, not sucking! *sits, gobsmacked*
Congratulations! Always a nice surprise to find oneself in the box.
I’ve never not sucked before!
Edit– That just doesn’t look right, no matter how many times I read it. I think I need another slice of coffee (or a brick of crack), otherwise I will NOT not suck, and the balance of the Universe will be restored.
Happy Not-Sucking Day!
Oooh, a virgin Don’t Sucker! Don’t worry, I’m sure Windrose will be gentle since it’s your first time!
EDIT: Umm … Yeah, that looks completely wrong.
Just crack of some coffee, relax and enjoy it – the first time is always the most difficult.
“Always a nice surprise to find oneself in the box”
Agreed!!!
What?
Thanks, HamCan. The line is crossed, and I can now go to work. It’s so nice to have back-up.
Dang, it wasn’t me or Gramps crossing the line today. Must be our sterling influence.
Wait, I thought we were doing lines today…
No lines. Just bricks & blocks.
It’s like Tetris for Addicts!
Dang, it wasn’t me or Gramps crossing the line today. Must be our sterling influence.
Taco – it is good that we learn to share the line with others. And, I’m sure you’ll admit that you thought the same thing that HamCan said.
I, of course, was shocked, simply shocked. And stunned. And flummoxed. Distraught, too.
You look more hornswoggled then flummoxed.
Lethe, don’t believe anything they tell you about being punched. It mostly doesn’t hurt at all! You don’t bruise easily, do you?
Let me get the body armor and some arnica gel…
There was a helmet around here somewhere, only slightly dented.
I think it’s over by the atlethic supporter; which, if you’re cat calls you “Mom”, you probably won’t need. Unless it has gender-confusion issues.
If you’re cat, you have more than gender confusion, you have species confusion
Dammit. I’ll go cut a switch.
I thought we got rid of the athletic supporter after the taco thong incident.
That would explain these suspicious salsa stains.
At least, I really hope it’s salsa.
I’m not even going to Taco-correct you SJ….
All the cats and this one short human call me Mom, and while they do lead rich and confusing fantasy lives, they are correct as to my gender.
Re: “if you’re cat”, I did think I was going to grow up to be a cat until I was four or so. I can still distinctly remember the disappointment of the day I realized I was just going to turn into a grownup. Probably explains a lot.
OMG, Lethe, I thought I was the only one who was sorely disappointed that I would not grow up to be a cat. Just a normal* human woman.
*This is debatable.
I was disappointed to learn that I would have to grow up at all. Life was so much simpler when I was 4.
Note: This doesn’t mean that I have grown up, just that I’ve acknowledged that I can’t act like a 4-year-old all the time anymore.
I’m totally coming back as a cat in my next life. A pampered, spoiled house cat. Yes, yes, I am.
OK, got the saucepan on my head, pillows strapped on fore and aft. You may fire when ready, Windrose… *cringe*
I love that a comment about saucepan helmets nests under a comment about not acting like a four year old…
All the more telling for when one has no cookery that would fit one’s noggin; but does have a boring array of issue kevlar. Which latter being far more useful to the task, but lacking such great huge strides in the imagination of such a thing.
Life itsownself (to borrow a phrase), it can take the participation in “fun” right out of a thing, it can.
Disclaimer: I can’t take credit for this, it’s a song by a band called The Moldy Peaches. My friends and I discovered it in college. However, it’s rather apropos. So, here you go.
Who’s Got the Crack?
There’s no such thing
As a harmless joke
There’s no such thing
As a gentle toke
There’s no such thing
As panama jack
Who’s got the crack
Who’s got the crack
Who’s got the crack
Who’s got the crack
I am a goat
In a moat
With a boat
Who’s got the crack
Who’s got the crack
Who’s got the crack
Who’s got the crack
I like it when
My hair is poofy
I like it when
You slip me a roofie
I like it when
You’ve got the crack
Who’s got the crack
Who’s got the crack
Who’s got the crack
Who’s got the crack
I wanna be a hippie
But I forgot how to love
It’s hard to be a garbage man
When a sailor stole my glove
I wanna be reckless
But I’m feeling so uptight
Put your mama in a headlock baby
And do it right
Who’s got the crack
Who’s got the crack
Who’s got the crack
Who’s got the crack
Who’s got the crack
(Phil’s got the crack)
I can’t help but wonder if “crack brick” and “crack block” is some sort of street code for something even worse than illegal drugs, but then I get to wondering… what could be worse?
Newly harvested human souls?
Freshly caught demons from the underworld?
Chunks of a glittery vampire-like being?
The tender livers of new-born babes?
Clean fill?
Broken Appliances?
Misjay?
“Dude…Hey, dude, are you the one with the free crack blocks?”
“Err… Yeah, they’re just around the corner, behind the garage.”
*walk around garage*
“Uh, dude… that looks like a pile of broken concrete blocks.”
“Umm… It’s a … disguise, to fool The Man?”
“Oh, cool. So, can I take like one or is there a limit…?”
“You have to take them all.”
“Awesome! Now, do I have to break them up to smoke ’em or what?”
“Yes, whatever, I don’t care, just get them the hell off my property!”
TM: that is NOT Haiku!
5 tons of clean fill?
Many broke appliances?
Misjay, almost new?
Almost better.
You
u-sedgot 8 syllables in the middle line.Nuh-uh, it’s got 7.
Did you change broken to broke?
*Whistles innocently*
(If Used has 1 syllable, I think appliances should have 3)
I spot a ploy!
Dark Wizards!
**Zap!**
Maaaaaaaaaa! Taco’s cheating again!
Alas! Calm down, Alastor. It’s merely a Taco capable of human speech and a… ummm… well, I’m not totally sure what the other one is, but they’re certainly not Dark Wizards, so…
Naked Time!
After reading all the posts so far, I realize I have nothing up to par to match the snark…so I’ll do what I can for entertainment value.
*Begins Scooby dancing to ‘She’s A Brick House’*
**imitating the “You’ve Got Mail!” voice**
You’ve got A Doors!
I got a little sad when I realized how few people probably got the title reference.
But then I got happy when I bought a block of crack for a reasonable price! (bricks are for lightweights)
The title made me crave chocolate.. but I stuck with a fruit rollup instead.
You mean the Almondjoy/Mounds reference?
Sometimes you feel like a nut?
I think that goes without saying for just about everyone here.
There is one hugely appropriate theme song for today’s meme:
Robert Earl Keen’s
“The Road Goes on Forever”
(this is an acoustic version, and rather nice)
I’m thinking U2 With or Without You.
Just sayin’…
Yeah, but that song does not have a less-smart dope dealer in it.
Cash’s “Cocaine” might work, for all the crack[ed masonry] strewn about, though.
I like Eric Clapton’s Cocaine better.
Cash is cashed.
Ok, a runner up, Reckless Kelly’s “Wiggles & Ritalin”
(Hey, got to give props just for the line: “…[S]ince I was just a little guy in my Underoos…”)
Scooby Underoos!
Wiggles and Ritalin itch
Give props for the lines!
And I’m back! I was able to read just the ads on Wednesday when we were at port in FL, but not the comments…. I’ve just barely caught up with some of the comments 🙂 Unfortunately, I’m still feeling the ship moving under me while I’m here at work, which makes for some interesting sea-sickness and hallway-weaving… But hey, now I’m caught up with the kitty-trend!
P.S. If that doesn’t make any sense at all, it’s because I got home at 2:45am, was at work by 9:15am, and the building feels like it’s moving… But please, carry on with the snarkage, I missed you 🙂
Oh no, that made perfect sense, sleepy-looking kitty.
On a totally unrelated note, perhaps you would like to have a seat in this cozy recliner? I’ll be back in a second with
the Breathalyzera comfy pillow.Yeah, I think my husband and I were probably the only adults on the cruise that -didn’t- have a drink or get drunk at one point :-p
Did you avoid the stuff-yourself-stupid pitfall as well?
Hmmm, to some extent. I don’t think I was actually hungry for the entire week (except before breakfast :-p) but I didn’t stuff myself sick, or order two meals at dinner, or anything like that. I did, however, decide to completely ignore the diet that I’d been on since January. I thought about keeping it to some extent, but then there was creme brule at the first dinner :-p But, I’m still using the same belt hole, so it can’t have been too bad….
Very few people have the strength of will to pass up an already-paid-for creme brulee. I probably would have asked for seconds.
I was definitely close to ordering seconds on the melting chocolate cake. That thing is fantastic…. and now I have the recipe 😀
Your first crack blocks are always free…
Yeah, tell me about it. I started building this patio, but it was never enough. I needed more and more blocks to finish it, but I never could! By the end the blocks were so big it really wasn’t a patio anymore. *Cries*
We built this city,
We built this city on blocks of crack.
The rest of the lyric can remain the same
If by “city” they also mean “song,” this would explain a lot. Like how wonderfully terrible it is.
Ok, and [mason corey]–cracked masonry units are just part of a mason’s stock in trade. A vexing one, since you are buying them whole. The broken ones, you can take your hammer to and make into halves and such, but, after a while, you just don’t have that many fiddly bits to work around.
So, our sparky, Phil, has up and cleaned up a job site or ten, and now has a pile of near-useless scrap masonry.
And a weighty pile. Brick run from 4 to 6# each, and concrete block run 25-35# each. And, unless to stack them nice and tight, you hit a bump and you break a few more.
Phil is not a mason, too–concrete blocks come in different widths and sizes, so a hundred just makes a big pile of rubble. 8′ x 10′-0″ x 8′ shed is 6 8x16x8 blocks by 8 blocks by 12 courses tall. Or 6+6+8+8 x 12 = 336 whole blocks (less 20 for the door). If lightweight blocks, that’s only 6400# of block–not a casual truck load.
Modular brick are smaller, so those numbers get large right quick (that, and you need two rows–wythes to use the term-of-art–to build a wall).
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A truck of mason bees?
Yes.
That causes dorsal angina at two paces just seeing it (at least to the experienced).
I’ve got an EpiPen.
Let the beezing commence!
Epi-Pens for everybody!
Epi-Pens for everybody!
We’re bad enough just on coffee, can you imagine if we all loaded up on adrenaline?
Oh, thanks for the Epi-Pen. I’ll need that if I “feel like a nut” as suggested in the commercial. But only that specific kind of nut. It’s alright if I want to feel like a peanut or a cashew.
*Ponders how one might feel like a cashew*
Huh. Okay. Back to torts.
Mmmm, chocolate torte … oh, wait. I’m thinking Betty Crocker, not Prosser & Keeton. Dang. 8)
I was WAITING for someone to make the tort/torte joke! Thanks Lola. 😉
Just something over-mundane in the difference between germane torts and tortes bayerische (despite the fact that either have similar preparation times)
Eek, really bad puns abound in petit actions and petit-fours, and now I much have bittersweet chocolate . . .
Addicted Reader, I had a pretty bad fall last week, hit my throat on a wooden bird carrier I held, but luckily I didn’t break anything serious, just talking a bit funny still. But after the adrenalin rush, and the OMG I Didn’t Die! reaction and Mike’s seriously terrified reaction, all I wanted to do was sleep! I must have backwards genes or wiring or something. 8)
((((Windy))))
Glad to hear you are ok.
Windy! So glad you are all right – funny talking we can deal with. Hurt Windrose would not be at all acceptable.
Ow, that sounds _really_ horrible!! And don’t look now, but I think your fall may have dislodged your avatar! 🙁
Funny talking is fine here, but the missing avatar is my real concern.
Seriously, I’m sorry to hear about that. It sounds quite painful. But when you say you didn’t break anything serious, does that mean you broke your funny bone or your humerus? (Sorry, couldn’t resist.) In any event … glad you are on your way to mending. I hope you heal quickly.
Well, it’s great to know you’re alright!
OUCH!! Windy!!
The good thing is a birdcage in the throat is worth two in the shoulder knees.
Glad you are OK!
Windy! Ouch!
Maybe the adrenaline rush sapped all your energy?
Ooooo, that sounds painful, just reading about it.
Hope you are back to 100% soon. Maybe your body knew you needed the extra sleep to heal?
My sympathies, Windrose. I hope you heal quickly.
A few years ago, I had a similar injury. I tripped on a rug and fell, hitting my throat against the (thankfully rounded) edge of the kitchen countertop. Couldn’t talk for awhile, then when I was able to, everyone said I had a “900 number” voice. Took a good year to heal completely, and the voice has been altered (subtly) for good. All in all, not a fun experience.
Take good care of yourself, friend.
LRC, Grampdaddy, Jen. Lola, Astro, HamCan, Bridgete, Lethe, and Archie, wow, you folks are wonderful. 8) Laughing about the experience will certainly help me heal.
I tried to change my avatar to Demi Moore, but I probably picked a photo that isn’t really legit to use. Sigh. Back to the dark room.
Archie, I am so relieved to hear it may take some time for my voice to go back to normal. I was thinking I should seek medical advice about the injury, since I usually heal very quickly. But now I will wait a little longer. At least until we find out if Mike will continue to get unemployment or not. 8/
I did go to the doctor because of my concern. His advice was to talk as little as possible during the initial healing phase. He also cautioned me that while the larynx is very well protected and difficult to “break,” it takes a long time for the healing process. Swelling and soreness continue because use irritates it on a constant basis. So, silence is the best therapy. And boy, was that a hard one for me! Papa Eyebrows always said I was vaccinated with a phonograph needle.
Speaking of cracked, just channel-surfed back, TCM is showing 2001!
(They are having the briefing on the moon just now, so I missed the Regie Perrin scene on the space station.)
Monolith!
Aw. I hope they show it again, I’ve been meaning to watch it since reading the book.
2010 is now on.
Apparently it is space-themed movies on TCM today.
Or just anagram day.
Quick, change the channel before they start with 1002 Dalmations, the 97th “sequel”.
*Runs in late, out of breath.*
Sorry I missed all the fun this morning, but just at I was about to click over to here, my internet went out, and it just came back! I have a note from Verizon and everything!
So I think the only thing left to say about the original post at this point is:
Boy, Phil’s sure gonna be surprised when the cops show up and arrest him for possession with intent to deal!
Edit: Also, I made fudge yesterday. It’s too much for me and my husband to eat alone, let me know if you want some. (If I don’t show up later, it’s b/c of a fudge-induced coma.)
Yes, please.
I awready gots a coma. Is ri’ hear: ,
**Hooray for stupid jokes!**
Ooh, I’ll take a piece or four. Per a family tradition, I’m only allowed to make fudge at Christmas…but I can eat it anytime. 😉
I want fudge. I will give you mead in return (in about three months).
Deal. : )
Ok, by exercise of extreme will-power (and moving the pan out of reach while sitting here at the computer), I have managed to avoid fudge-induced coma. It’s so good, though.
Hope you’re all enjoying your virtual fudge!
And now I say, goodbye for now, I’ll be back either tomorrow night or Wed. morning.
By AR – hope you have a good Tuesday. Taco and I will save a “crossed the line” for you. 🙂
The reason virtual fudge is great is the same reason my flask is great … it is exactly as good as you want it to be.
Mmm, chocolate-peanut butter fudge … and Johnnie Blue.
Also, virtual calories.
Nuh-uh, you break fudge to eat it (well, I do), so even the virtual calories fall out. First rule of Fight Club, I mean, calorie-stuff.
First rule of Virtual Calorie Club is: don’t talk about calories.
Well, I tried to sublimate my needs for fudge with on-tap beer, which worked under-well for a lack of the usual suspects in my preferred haunt.
So, and with the petit-fours invoked above, it is clear I have to dig out my Aunt’s recipe for Divinity fudge and engage in some conspicuous consumption (merci beau coups Mr & Mrs Conehead).
One way to combine cravings when attempting satiety is to go for items such as chocolate stout (Brooklyn, Young’s, or similar) or one that I have yet to try, banana bread beer. I totally want to try a black and tan with the banana bread brew and chocolate stout. It’ll be like a banana split!*
*Except not really.
I have friends that brew beer, and they make a holiday beer, that is based on molasses cookies. I don’t drink, myself, but it sounds lovely.
Okay, Lethe, it’s time! Punchity Punch Punch!
G’Night, Miami!