YSaC, Vol. 741: Your two tents …
12×24 family tent used once – $225
I’m selling my almost new family tent to make room in my garage. I bought this tent a little over a year ago at a camping expo in utah for $300 which was a real deal for a tent this size. Its quite large- could fit my pickup in it with room left over. I took a picture with my phone but couldnt figure out how to get it to my computer. I google the tent name and found some pictures on the web here if you want to see it: http://www.yourcampingworld.com/guide-gear-24×12-huge-family-tent
Here’s a screenshot of the web page that that link takes you to. Notice, please, the price of the tent on the website, in big red letters:
Yep, that’s right. Sparky linked to a website that is selling the tent for LESS than they are selling it for on Craigslist. And I checked: shipping only costs $17.97, which means it’s STILL cheaper to buy a new one than to buy it from this person. This person, who is the person who directed us to the other website in the first place.
Thanks, Zac!
That is some excellent customer service right there, Sparky is helpfully showing us where we can purchase the exact same tent he overpaid for at a lower price than he is asking.
Why can’t more merchants do this?
Oh, right – because they would go out of business.
Into every Craigslist, a little Sparky must fall. I have a feeling someone followed the link, said, oh, what a great tent! Didn’t look at the price, and called Sparky up immediately. I have no doubt the tent sold, because someone didn’t read the web page clearly or thought it was too much hassle to but it on the web. I actually know people who believe it is unsafe, no matter what has been proved or disproved, to enter your credit card information anywhere on the internet. Too bad they haven’t tried Palpal.
I’ve had bad luck with PayPal, maybe I should try PalPal, instead. That way, I’d only be dealing with pals.
Yeah, but if you use PalPal, they all insist on “with benefits” . . .
:pouts:
None of my friends have benefits. They don’t even offer dental!
What?
Is it safe!? Is it safe!? Is it safe!?
Is it secret? Is it safe??
First we had Red Table for Sale, take it for free. Now we have Used Tent for sale, buy it new for less!
That doesn’t quite roll off the tongue the same way, Manda.
Why is LRC wearing the Poncho of Shame? Did I miss something?
Because LRK is filled with the awesome. Took that FailPoncho and turned it into a WIN, all Tim Gunn-style. Work it wit your bad self!
Astro made it for me. And the fancy frame.
Poncho. Robot. Moose. Apocalypse is ON!
One little ear infection and the whole world goes wonky.
The poncho does seem to fit the robo-moose well, it’s close to the same shade of yellow and everything. Makes it look like a floating moose-Dalek from a Seventies commune.
Are you feeling better, SJ? You were missed yesterday.
Not too bad, as long as I don’t move my head too fast. I’m back at work today, if that can be called an improvement.
This prednisone they gave me is the nastiest tasting stuff, though. I can taste it for hours after I take it,too.
I need to write a book about a floating moose-Dalek from a seventies commune–that’s quality literature right there.
Sounds campy, Laurel!
Oooh, more Doctor Who fanfic! Now with more moose!
But would the FMDfaSC be the protagonist or the antagonist?
Both.
More of a gritty antihero with nothing to lose. Oh and a gumshoe who cuts corners and bucks authority.
Now we just have to figure out who his partner will be…
His partner, in a surprising twist, should be the Eleventh Doctor!
Better yet! The 11th doctor after being changed into a small talking rodent (I’m thinking Guinea Pig) due to the Tardis malfunctioning.
Think of the comic relief!
And the antagonist could be Attila the Hun!
Who has accidently come to the present day due to a small fluctuation of the Time Vortex around his armies! And transported him to southern California!
Attila the Hun should also have a bumbling henchman who always fails by overthinking the solutions to problems.
I’m thinking Benjamin Disraeli as played by Rowan Atkinson.
I have the elevator pitch.
When Attila the Hun is transported to modern-day California along with bumbling henchman Benjamin Disraeli and takes over, the Eleventh Doctor (who has been transformed into a Guinea Pig due to a Tardis malfunction) must team up with a floating moose-Dalek from a seventies commune in order to save the world, and his sentient hardware love interest.
Oops, we’re missing a romantic interest.
I’m thinking a sentient Sinclair ZX Spectrum 128 on a motorized tricycle.
That has been kidnapped by Attila and is being held hostage in a local taqueria.
Run by a certain mystical Tex-Mex entree, perhaps?
Probably *slightly mad grin*
In any case, here is this.
I’d really like to take the time to ink it and ACTUALLY colour it, but for now, it’ll do 🙂
I just found* the first page of this book!
The Moose-Dalek surveyed the carnage. It was like this in the last three towns, he shouldn’t have expected to see any different here. Every surface of the town was covered in a thick, rich custard. Nobody could eat that much custard, not without a large glass of milk. And the stores were out of milk; Attila had made sure of that. Even now people picked through the devastation, looking for pastry crust or phyllo dough in a vain attempt to rid themselves of the filling before it spoiled.
“He’s one step ahead of us again, eh Meese? It seems we caught his attention when we blew up his sponge cake factory.” Eleven’s nose quivered in amusement as he sat on Meese’s shoulder, “Seems he has a flair for dramatic irony though. Now that his Boston Cream Pie Empire is crumbling, it appears he’s been coming up with inventive ways of using all that extra filling.”
“Indeed. But this kind of brash disregard for cream filling isn’t Attila’s style. I think we’re dealing with Disraeli this time. This kind of perverse attack fits his MO perfectly. I should have killed him when I had the chance in the House of Lords.”
“Meese, there’s something that’s been bothering me ever since these attacks started. What about the chocolate frosting? He’s launched enough custard to have filled a few hundred thousand pies but we haven’t seen any chocolate frosting. That worries me.”
“That worries me too, Eleven. If we’re lucky he’s just holding it as an ace up his sleeve. But I’ve got a bad feeling there are things in motion that we can’t even fathom. I’ve always said that a madman with 100,000 gallons of chocolate frosting is the most dangerous thing a man can face. And it looks like my nightmare has come home to roost. Let’s go, there isn’t anything more we can do for these people.”
Meese pulled a cigarette and lit it as he turned away from the scene of destruction. Life had been much easier in the commune. Free rent on the land, free water from the stream, free food from the forest, and free love from the fax machines; but those days were behind him now. He had a job to do, and nobody would say that Meese didn’t get it done. But he could feel this whole case going south on him, down to a place he didn’t want to go. And when that happened, Fischer Price would find out he was still alive. They would regret ever making him.
*This may not be true.
Oh my god! The suspense! The evil! The
fishcustard!I’m glad I’m not the only one who has that nightmare with Benjamin Disraeli, a unicycle, and 100,000 gallons of chocolate frosting.
I know, right!
I hate Meeses to peeses.
Eek, first antagonist I could think of was: Quetiapine (and that may also be because it is an antipsychotic, too)
Yeah. I tried. Non-caffeinated (I can’t decide if that is spelled correctly or not), tired, and still short on snark is a bad combo. I thought I’d try and see if a flash of stupid struck. Alas, we got that ^ instead.
And by “that ^” I mean my first comment, not Poncho Robot Moose. Poncho Robot Moose is awesome!
Poncho Robot Moose thinks he loves you, Manda!
Apparently Sparky was also unable to understand the complexities of copying and pasting just the image itself from the website either. As a result, I highly suspect that this guy [yes, I’m sure it is a guy] was unable to figure out how to set up this tent at all. I would bet money that it made itself out of the box and on to the ground where it laid in a big white nylon puddle next to his massive link truck.
“What are all these sticks for? They go where? I’ll just set up a life size cardboard cutout of Bea Arthur at the campsite and call it a night.”
I was going to guess that he slept in the truck and used the tent as a blanket by draping it over the truck.
And I would wholly support you with that guess sj.
You forgot the bit where Sparky threw out the destructions with the box the tent came in, too.
Silly! He used those to start the campfire!
You forgot the bit where Sparky threw out the destructions with the box the tent came in, too.
Best. Typo. Ever.
I’m actually thinking it was CapnSpeek for an antonym to instructions.
Yeah, even if CapnMac makes a mistake.. he ‘meant’ to do that.
Chuck Norris has been replaced by CapnMac.
I’m cool with that.
Astro is completely correct, it’s third generational familial usage.
There was a time, 40, 45 years ago when a competing usage, “Constructions” attempted to become in vogue. But, the family members better versed objected that grammar would not allow such diction.
Mind you, the use of “Destructions” in this way goes back to grandfathers assembling things using actual Japanese assembly documents. So, read western-style, left to right, the item in question goes from fully-assembled to destructed into component bits.
Bacontini not think it fair to make fun of dis gentleman. Bacontini always have trouble pitching a tent. What? Why everyone laugh at Bacontini? It really hard! You have to make sure it erect correctly or it fall down! And den you gotta put de rod into the sleeve! So difficult!
What? Stop laughing at Bacontini!
Thanks Bacontini – the line’s been crossed in my mind.
But never knew that getting anything stiff would be so hard for you either!
Hmmm…I always pictured Bacontini as a robustly stiff drink that went down easy with the ladies, but I might have to revise my initial assessment.
I had to read both of these responses TWICE.
*blink blink*
Was it because of the double entendres?
robustly stiff
so hard
went down
Oh, you could say that Astro….twice does mean “double”…
Bacontini might have needed some [Matt] tags, but clearly Bacontini is in distress so we won’t be too hard on him.
What?
I think he likes it when “the ladies” are hard on him.
*snorts coffee*
*coffee ends up spewing onto the computer screen*
Oh gawd, Bacontini…!
There, there Bacontini. Don’t be sad. It’s normal, it isn’t a big deal, and it happens to all meat flavored cocktails from time to time.*
*This may not actually be true.
If you can’t get de rod in de sleeve, just wait for de morning.
Tent be practically automatic den.
*snorks water all over computer screen thanks to SpaceBug*
So he thought his pickup would fit INSIDE it! Check for tire tracks and oil stains where Junior is expecting to rest his weary head at night.
That’s the real reason he didn’t post a photo!
You know he wouldn’t mention it if he hadn’t actually done it, but looking at the picture of the tent I can’t really see how. It only appears to open on the side, which means Sparky would have to parallel park in order to get his truck inside.
I would pay good money to see that. Well, maybe not good money, but I would rob the Monopoly bank to see it.
Yet another reason to rob the Monopoly bank
I favor insider trading, which is why no one ever wants me to be the banker anymore.
I rig free parking. That way the bank thinks the transaction is legitimate and I don’t have to pay luxury tax on it.
I always get stuck in jail… 🙁
My sister shamelessly embezzles.
I’m more respectable, sticking to the time-honored tradition of hiking up the rent on my houses and the room prices on my hotels to ridiculous amounts.
I never get to pass “”GO” and collect my $200.
Oops.
Wrong game.
Sorry….
What sort of measurement unit is a “pickup”? More importantly, how many knives are there in a pickup?
Where’s Taco when you need him?
Let me just whip out the Taco… where’d everyone go?
Anyway. Punch it into my Tacolator.
Processing… Processing… *TACOSPLODE*
It appears the unit of pickup is equal to 4 megaknives³.
4 megaknives³ = 2 Ronco Rotisserie Ovens
“Set it, and forget it!!!!!”
Dunno, all the reference links I can find seem to show a “pickup” is a unit of time, not volume.
One Pickup being the time between an inappropriate suggestion and the duly -deserved battery afterwards; or the time used in slinking away after a night of shame while keyed to maximum stress levels attempting to not wake any living creature in a six-block radius . . .
So if “pickup” is a unit of temporal measurement but is being used as a spatial measurement, that could mean…
:gasp!:
George Lucas wrote this ad!
Or possibly had someone ghostwrite it for him.
You’ve got it in ten parsecs or less {g}
/swerve/ Hugely funny that the ad is for camping gear, and looks to be a near match for Sparky’s link {G} /\swerve/
Cap’n, I’ve been meaning to ask, but what is the significance of using “{g}” in place of a period, and is there a distinction between the upper and lower case versions?
*By the way, I have the book version of A New Hope, which was supposedly written by Lucas, and in it, “Lucas” manages to use “Standard Timeparts” instead of “Parsecs”, I believe. I wonder what caused him to make the change for the incorrect?
Well, a long time ago and far, far away, in the early dawn of DarpaNet, some of we codeheads and nerds discovered this deal you could use to talk to people far away.
It was called Internet Relay Chat (IRC), it was very much a “DOS” sort of email, in that toy were sending 2nd & 3rd packet level streams of text from one to another.
This was very terse stuff, ASCII characters (and only basic ones at that) in green or amber on black screens. About the same time WordStar 2.x was out, and you used control code pairs for text modifications.
So, this also being before emoticons, too, it became de rigeur to show emotions by way of angle brackets. So, if you needed to say something that sounded harsh, but wanted to append a smile at the end, you did so [smile], or [grin]. Grin shortened from [grin] to just [g]. Along the way, ‘big grin’ became [G]–rather like the difference between 🙂 and 😀
Which makes it more punctuation of its own. Which went with the “baggage” of IRC which needed [msg] [eom] tags and the like (only with angle brackets, which xtml treats as “live” code calls, making some of these old habits rather moot).
As to screenplays made in to books–no telling.
“Standard Timeparts” has that doomed-to-fail college band name feel.
Does your “Timepart” seem inadequate?
Do the ladies watches point and laugh?
Well then I have a deal for you, for a limited time, and for only $30 each (three for $100)
You can enlarge “Timpart” to epic proportions…
Try Rolexzyte now!!!
Just hear what Bob has to say after just three doses of Rolexzyte…
[sf nerd corey] Astro, I think that’s a retcon. I have a copy of A New Hope from back before it was called that and I think it used “parsecs” . . . I should check, though. Wait, I’m totally wrong. Amazing I found the book at all in the disaster that is my apartment, but it says “standard timeparts.” Second Special Printing, October 1977. [/corey]
[more sf nerd corey] The novelization of A New Hope was ghostwritten by Alan Dean Foster (one of my favorite authors) and based on Lucas’ script, but only credited to Lucas. The difference in authors could explain the difference in terms used.[/more sf nerd corey]
[advertising corey]
I’m really hoping this is a ‘viral’ style ad where the actual goal is to get you to buy stuff from Camping World. The premis is “Oh, they’ve got this thing cheaper at Camping World than they do on Craigslist, I should buy it there!”
That might be giving humanity too much credit though.
[/corey]
If it was a viral campaign wouldn’t Sparky have claimed the tent was haunted or posessed or capable of containing something other than a pickup truck, like maybe a tank or a Howitzer?
That was my thunk…maybe not so much a dumb Corey, but a smart Whatever-the-other-seller-was.
Ah, but see, this actually works out. If you convert to Australian dollars, then to Japanese Yen, then to British Pounds, then to Euros, then to the Triganic Pu, divide by (the phase of the moon multiplied by the square root of ginger), add a splash of blue curacao and vermouth, bring to a boil until brown, drain, peel, and allow to cure in a cool, dry place for 2-4 weeks, and then throw in a free cooler, folding canvas chair, portable barbecue, cot, and a mild head cold, you’ll see why his tent is a much better deal.
Because the tent is already together?
It’s a come-drag-it-out-of-the-garage yourself special.
[corey]Well, technically, it’s not bad math, but failing to notice things in big red letters, because the ad does say it’s a special clearance price, this week only, and that the tent normally costs $450.00. So, it may be that Sparky is, as opposed to being bad at math, merely blind.[/corey]
Well, now that that’s out of the way…
Dude. It’s 2010. There’s this great thing called “Google” that can provide all the answers you could ever need, including how to get photos onto your computer from your phone.
And if he fails to understand how to Google it, Sparky could always bribe an adolescent with some Silly Bandz to post them for him.
I’m glad I waited until I read the comments to [corey] on this because I did notice the same thing.
Well, Sparky has already admitted to having a phone that takes photos, but does not know how to either email them to himself; upload them to his cell provider’s website; or go to any of hundreds of kiosks or stores and buy a data cable.
The fact that Sparky managed to get an ad (with link) on CL appears more accident than skill, given the demonstration of technology fail.
appears more accident than skill
That’s what the doctor’s told his mom and dad about the night Sparky was conceived.
::whispers::Psst, Mudsy, you have an extra apostrophe there.
Everyone else, carry on.
[another corey] It’s also quite possible that this new clearance price was not part of the link at the time he posted it, but was changed afterward [/corey]
But I like to think otherwise.
Oh Lou, you’re such a doubter!
*tisk tisk*
It’s all Astro’s fault. He started it.
In that band uniform of his, he’s the Sergeant Pied Pepper Piper of YSaC. Leading us astray at every opportunity.
I thought that that was Grampdaddy’s job, with that white, windowless van of his and all that free candy?
I said “leading us astray” not “luring us astray”
Perhaps Sparky needs to get rid of the tent? Did he take a family in his pickup to a quiet spot in the woods and ‘lose’ them? Ah but if I wanted to get rid of something quickly I’d sell it for $2 OBO
No? OK I agree he’s just three tentpoles short of an erection.
Great avatar. I love lions.
Seriously. Not. A. Lion!!!!!!!!!!
You have NO idea how long I’ve been waiting to quote that to someone. Thank you.
For a minute, I actually believed Lou was accurate. I FAIL AT LIFE!
I count myself happy to see TP back among us to fro two days in a row.
Huzzah³!
:::kicks rocks, head down::: Somebody vandalized my car today….
Yeah, I did just want to pout in the presence of my YSaC buds. I already did on Facebook, so those who’ve seen the news, you can disregard it here. It’s just a small cry for sympathy. But not too much sympathy…:::pout pout:::
OKAY, better now.
Perhaps Sparky is colorblind??? Or maybe he’s a DOG! I’ve heard dog’s can’t see colors…is that correct?
(wait, how would you guys know? Unless some of YOU are DOGS!!!)
Sorry, that sucks.
If you find out who did it, I will hustle up a posse… and dig out my flamethrower from storage.
I’m up for a little vigilante action. You don’t wanna know what my “special powers” are though.
A happy little tree told me your secret.
I’m watching you Lou.*
*To be fair, I say that to everyone.
Yes, it’s true. He’s a stalker. And possibly a cereal killer. He’s from Wiskansin [sic], after all. Personally, I think he’s responsible for what happened to Graham and HHNF when they went into A Room…
He always gives us fresh doughnuts so we don’t have leave the station. Does that sound like a criminal to you! I think not.
They always make me so sleepy though… zzzzzzzz…
Get organized people/light the vigilante torches! You’re all running around like a bunch of bland-tasting people from Wisconsin salivating over Ted Bundy Cereal and Piggy McFatback Donuts. We need CSI
kittenskits, and we need them NOW!!!!Mmmm…bland-tasting people…please pass the pesto and a blender.
:joins posse:
Do we get to wear coyboy hats and say stuff like “Let’s round ’em up!”?
I don’t have a flamethrower but there is a recipe for napalm I’ve always wanted to try.
*Starts handing out beer boxes*
Cowboy hats for everyone!
Head ’em off at the pass, and hands off the ranchers daughter!
Ooh, I’ve never been part of a mob before. Let’s get ’em!
::starts running off in the wrong direction::
A mob is an ugly thing…and I think it’s just about time we had one!
Who ya’ callin’ ugly! ::squinty-eyed glare::
You know I’m always up to giving criminals their just deserts.
You and me both, sister, you and me both.
Ahhh. Has anyone seen my pants?
Just deserts or just desserts?
Deserts, according to Merriam-Wesbter.
Arf!
Translation: I concur.
(By the way, if I look like a Walrus, you need to clear your cache!)
Fascinating…you learn something new every day!
I’m joining in this mob, sounds like good fun *evil laugh*
We will avenge you, Meredith!
*turns Punchity to High* There will be none left standing when we get through with them!
I’d still rather have desserts. Just desserts. 🙂
Oooooo, I’m in. I’ll louse them all! Mwahahahahaha!!!!!
Been needing to go viking for a bit. Have many, many toys to increase the joy of such rapine and pillage, too. This is very much engaging my pirate, arrgh.
Double-shot t’cannons me ‘earties, and pr’pare t’lay alongside!
My sympathy is with you.
Also, I believe some of us are d-ALL HAIL THE HYPNO-DOGS!
Psst…Meredith…Lou has paint! Case closed! It was Lou! Guilty. Drag him out back and shoot him.
*This leap to conclusions brought to you by the USDA.*
::::GASP:::: You’re RIGHT, it WAS Lou!!! I knew there was something devious behind those puppy dog eyes and anglo-fro!!!
Looks like they targeted “Mexican” homes and cars. So yeah…they think I drive a Mexican car. Part of me is more angry that they went after who they thought were a certain people group……and the other side of me has several off color, call Al Sharpton jokes going through my mind.
I now drive a Hulkamanic car…..yellow and red.
Thanks for the posse/flashmob/angry villagers….it does help.
[matt?]
Well they ARE stealing the jobs that nobody else wants…
Plus, it’s way easier to blame a scapegoat than it is to live in reality. Reality is that sucky place where you have to put blame on the people who are actually at fault… and that’s way harder when it’s the same people you’ve been told to like.[/matt?]
Taco, am I allowed to think I love you even if there’s no chocolate or pizza involved?
SpaceBug now to leave his evil genius lava-lair to hunt down the vandals.
Vamanos muchachos & muchachas bonitas.
Oh wait, I was just in Idaho (near Moscow) last week, could have corralled the Vandals then.
Damn the timing.
I think they’re going to be playing in Chicago in 3 weeks. We can nail them there.
Yellow and red? Couldn’t be me. Lou uses only yellow ochre and alizarin crimson! *Is innocent, I tell ya!*
I always wanted an excuse to go buy a small crossbow. Your vandals just may be the excuse I’ve been waiting for.
(My avatar is my excuse for brewing mead.)
I own a small crossbow that you can borrow; it’s currently in the possession of my nephew, though. How do you feel about roughing up a thirteen year old boy with a recently healed broken arm?
A 13-year-old boy with a crossbow sounds like a Bad Idea.
I think 13 is still small enough that I can sit on him until he gives up. No danger to his arm.
(Pull your minds out of the gutter, people. Seriously, what is WRONG with you folks?)
Well, my mind didn’t go there until I read your parenthetical message.
Damned if I do; damned if I don’t…
He’s very responsible, except for the whole building-a-ramp-and-breaking-his-arm thing, plus my brother-in-law keeps it locked up in the garage along with his BB gun.(which I also gave him, the year before I gave him a razor-sharp butterfly knife. You know, now that I think about it, I seem to be the fun-aunt-who-gives-dangerous-and-exciting-gifts.)
Shall I gather my Fijian mermaid friends and go harvest us some livers? ‘Cause my avatar here would totally be into that.
I think I want a Fiji mermaid.
Meredith, sorry to hear about your car and the perceived racial implications. I hope they catch the asshats who did it. In the mean time, you might want to invest in some bandannas and pre-shredded yellow shirts and chalk it up to hipster irony when people question your sanity.
Cat math – where more is less.
Two cheap tents, two cheap tents,
See how they’re priced, see how they’re priced,
They’re both under retail cost,
For Sparky’s you’ll pay more than the new discount price,
Did you ever see such an asshat in your life,
As the two cheap tents?
Agh! Now I have that disturbing Quizno’s commercial in my head!
Written by the Farmer in the Dell Computer man…..
Sparky- Fold the tent back up! You’ll have lots more space in your garage!
Yes, that’s exactly what I was thinking too!!! How does a folded tent take up too much space???
He forgot to take the truck out first.
I don’t think the truck is as much of a problem as the bees are.
That’s why you need the tent; to keep the bees in the truck. Otherwise it’s no longer minty and bees will be upon you.
Well, if you ignored the paper with the process of assembly & dis-assembly such items often will never quite ever fold right again.
So, the tent that was in a box only a bit bigger than a large suitcase (but smaller than a trunk or locker–but not so big as a trainstation locker . . . \stopping MP jag/) now will not compress to smaller than a Smart Car, or a Yugo perhaps.
Wait, which way was it to go rampage the vandals?
I think they’re over yonder.
Last I heard for rampage was in Chicago, in hexapentaloctal or seventeen weeks. That’s Mu/Tau in Not.A.Lion speak.
We’ve been wanting to build a garage but the city won’t let anyone turn green space into garage space and insist that we park on the street like everyone else. I should have considered buying a tent instead.
Lou Stool in the box. So Lou, it’s official. You don’t suck. Here’s your card, I’ll punch it this evening. Why do I think you are going to give Taco a run for his punches?
Be careful of that stool, Windrose. Wouldn’t want you to trip over it.
*punchy punchy punch*
12×24 (family tent used once)=288
That’s a lotta tents there Sparky, no wonder your garage is full…
I think that’s number of people, he tried to fit in the tent.
drmk: should that be “You’re two tents”?
Also, the “Speeling Prolbems” tag isn’t spelled correctly.
*Taco and Lurker are suddenly engulfed in a cloud of bees*
*Sounds of ow, ow, ow, ow fade off into the distance*
Oh, hey, a zero! I’ll bet I can divide b
drmk never uses her bees for vengeful purposes.
True, but who doesn’t enjoy a righteous smiting now and then?
Oh*Jumps up and down*, smite me, smite me!
**A loud ‘pop’ noise is heard as Lord Voldemort apparates into the Snark Lounge.**
Ooh! I’m a Dark Lord! So I sort of get to be all smitey, although that’s usually reserved to gods, I suppose… Anyhow, can I smite him?
**makes puppy dog face.**
Pwetty pwease? Wif sugar on top?
You seem to enjoy this just a little too much, HC, but okay…
:tosses truck-hive at HC:
Enjoy your itchy welts of justice.
*Ow, hehehehe, ow, hehehehehe, ow, hehehehe. ow, hehehehehe*
*HamCansplode*
‘Itchy welts of justice’ is one of those phrases I could have done without, thank you very much.
And, “Itchy Welts” definitely is a “sick”[sic] band name {G}
Stinging bees, stinging bees
It’s Smiting time at YSaC
Ouchy things, hear them sting
Soon it will be Smiting day
Naughty comments, haughty comments.
Done in HHNF style
In the air
There’s a feeling
of smiting
Evil laughing
Taco gassing
Creating smile after smile
And in ev’ry nested comment you’ll fear
Stinging bees, stinging bees
It’s Smiting time at YSaC
Ouchy things, hear them sting
Soon it will be Smiting day
Strings of epithets
Even porn sites
Bring a blight of truck bees
As the posters rush
to censor their comments
Hear adoor crunch
See Windrose punch
This is Llama nun’s* big scene
And above all this BS
You’ll hear
Stinging bees, stinging bees
It’s Smiting time at YSaC
Ouchy things, hear them sting
Soon it will be Smiting day
*May bees be with her
I do believe that is the first YSaC carol.
Hey, think fast!
:tosses bee-covered truck door at HamCan:
No, I think there was a Twelve Days of YSaC, also posted by HamCan.
You’re right, I forgot. It seems to be a thing with him.
I wonder if HamCan is an….elf ?
Hammie, I want a red radio flyer and a bb gun.
I wanna pony!
I hear they taste like chicken.
[Taco]
I am an Elf…
Come sit in my lap, I have a flyer AND a pony for you both.
[/Taco]
What?
** I wanna pony!
I hear they taste like chicken. **
Chickens taste like snake; snakes taste like lizard; lizards taste like dinosaur; dinosaurs taste like crocodile; crocodiles taste like fish; fish taste like dolphin; dolphins taste like shark; sharks taste like turtle; turtles taste like frog; frogs taste like scorrpian; scorpians taste like tarantula; tarantulas taste like ant; ants taste like aardvark; aardvarks taste like cougar; cougars taste like moose; moose taste like squirrel (moose crossed a line); moose leave evidence of their transit. Cook no longer wants to be cook.
Cook takes advantage of trail treats left by moose. No-one complains ’cause moose turd pie taste like chicken!
Hey, no cribbing, that’s the recitation of the menu of the Feast of the Smiting at Antioch where the Grenade was first used by Joseph of Arimthea before going to the Castle of Arrrgghh . . … .. . . . .. .. . . .
Hey, now. I’m only 36.
I wanted to know if I was getting the joke reference or not. Or if it was a joke reference in the first place.
I think it’s more of a “your two cents” pun than the old “you’re two tents” joke.
That’s how I choose to interpret it, anyway.
Moi aussi. Took me a couple of times to get it though.
I saw it as “You’re too tense,” but I’m boring like that.
I figured it was both. Another pun added to an already pun-based joke.
Gummi Bears!
Mustache!
Wind!
Dumbledore!!!
Have a door!
With your powers combined, I am Captain YSaC!
*Themesong and unbearably long stock scene plays out*
Taco powers activate…
*Shape of a fider warch*
*Transforms into Fider Warch*
*Falls to the ground and turns slightly blurry. Sits there. Continues to sit there…*
Taco powers re-activate
*Shape of Lola’s avatar*
Hey Taco, can I buy you a drink???
*pokes the Fider Warch*
*picks up Fider Warch and bites it*
Make sure it’s a bacontini, HamCan. I hear chicks dig ’em.
Eww, I don’t want anything to do with TacoWind…
How can you possibly resist the allure of Sexyfingers?
That’s what the Sarcasm Stick is for.
:Picks up five pound sledge hammer:
I can
crushresist all sorts of things with this baby.(I had forgotten all about SexyFingers. We should start calling him that again.)
Sexyfingers are very different from Taco’s wind :-p
And here I’d
hopedthought everyone had forgotten about that.Maybe it was my clever use of mingers that distracted everyone.
What?
Swordplay and sidearm, Arrgh!
Taco, that name was put in the box one day, how could we possibly forget about it?
Wasn’t it also mentioned in the memes thread over in the forums once upon a time?
I believe so…
Haven’t been here in a while. *waves hi!* I see everything is still the same in CL world. Carry on.
I’m trying to sell a push mover on CL. I posted it a month ago and got 10 inquires and 2 no shows. I’m trying to sell it again this week…
Hey Colleen! :waves:
push mower or push mover? Cause I could use a mover, myself. None of my furniture will move itself, and I really have to clean underneath them this week.
Well the mover would probably just lift your furniture to clean under it. Push movers can be a bit clumsy. Lift movers….those are the good movers.
But she’s only selling the push kind. Sometimes, ya gotta make do.
*waves to Colleen*
Isn’t there some rule about the number of people posting from MA in a day? I’m thinking you’re here because Bridete (bees and good luck be upon her) is off taking the bar exam.
*hands LRC a “G”
Here, you dropped this…
Oh, thank you, Moira. I thought the louse had gotten it.
Hi Colleen! Good to see you alive and well. There was a rumor going around that you were done in by the smokey mattress of doom.
Yeah, we even stopped snarking long enough to be worried about you! Glad to see you here.
* A Limerickish tale of a man and his tent *
A man tried to sell his very big tent.
Bumbled the link to the add he had sent.
His wife she did shout.
You lout, now get out.
Poor man has no place to rent or to vent.
The man he did move to the city of Kent.
And there he did meet a new friend, a good gent.
A good place you can stay.
And with that at no pay.
The kind gent was well off and needed no cent.
After a fashion, the man became bent.
Used the gent’s riches in which he did dent.
The gent was not pleased.
Now go or be seized.
The man moved on to the land of the Ent.
He found his ex-wife and said with intent.
I give up posting, I do this for Lent.
And with great tact.
Please take me back.
‘Cause sending that link was not what I meant.
Bravo, bravo! *throws doors* And extra doors for this fellow moving to live with the Ents! I love Ents. Did he see any Entwives while he was out there, by any chance? I’m told they lost some.
Pick up some good entwhistles too.
*Looks around*
Seems like the good time of day for poetry…
Be glad your tent is your space,
not sold in some rather haste,
for if it were where it is not,
you might dislike your tent a lot.
Imagine if your precious tent
was filled with senior Taco’s scent,
that clearly would not be a treat,
for you’d be forced to smell his reek.
Your tent would be a source of dread
were you to stick in your head,
it soon would drive you to despair,
forever frying your nose hair.
Within your nose, your tent would be
an absolute catastrophe,
for when you were obliged to breathe,
your brain would rattle from the sleaze.
Your tent, instead, through thick and thin,
should be named your next of kin,
not wasted at some other place–
be glad your tent is your living space!
I get here so very late… but have to wonder why a penguin is going camping? (he looks just as confused by this as I am)
And his eyes are different sizes. Makes him look deranged.
He’s obviously starting forest fires for fun, and then gleefully cackling the night away.
You’ll all be very excited to know that Bob tried to spam us again this morning.
*Pats her blacklist lovingly*
I didn’t feel a thing???
Run SpamCan, didn’t you know blacklists eat spam?
Nomnomnom
I haz disguise now, see?
This raises an age old question: If Bob tries to spam you and there’s no one but a llamanun* to read it, does it still have !Or sound ?
*bees be upon her
doors bees upon you!
Aw, how special is Bob?
Sorta sad I missed it, and yet happy the assault to my eyes was halted.
All hail the Llamanun. May her keyboard never wear out. Bees be upon her.
Hurray for the Llama-Nun*! For she is surely the greatest** protector of the integrity of her cult***!
*Bees be upon her.
**Or at least the funniest.
***In the Ancient Greek sense, as in the Cult of Athena.
Wait! I’ve got it!
Sparky’s giant tent + Sparky’s truck parked inside giant tent = Sparky’s homemade Winterbagel!
Quiet down now, everyone! Lou, here’s your very first Punchity punch punch! Don’t spend it all in one place.
Good Night, Camping World!
Sorry I missed yesterday, but “WOW – 24×12 – That’s a massive link!”
I see the price on Your Camping World has gone up $10 since the original post, but even with shipping, it’s still less than Sparky’s price.
Truly a deal in itself….
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Spam? Is that you again?
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