46 – $275
9 YRS OLD. LESSTHAN 300 HRS ON IT> ###-####
I know JUST who would sell a 46:
Still, what with inflation and all, if a 46 is going for $275, one wonders what an “O” is up to these days.
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Saaayyy….I’ve got a really nice pair of 23’s I could trade for that 46. I’ll even throw in some Crisco and vintage cereals.
Well, if Sparky doesn’t take your offer, CJ, I will trade you half of my 92.
I’ve got six 9s that you could have.
I’ve got a whole pile of 2s around here somewhere. Still in the box, never used.
Six 9’s? Wow…that’s like…ummm….like….over a million, isn’t it?
Wonder if I can get a sweeter deal….
Anybody got a spare 300 hrs they can throw in? I hear hrs are pretty valuable these days…
6 * 9 = 42
Duh.
No, Taco…it’s 999,999….duh!
Oops, my bad…it’s not quite a million…
Got another 9?
Oooh…that’s even better, Lou!
You are aware that 6 * 9 DOES equal 42 in base 13?
It’s just like base ten, really… if you have three extra fingers.
Well in fairness, we can’t see what’s under TM’s gloves, and he _is_ a semi-mythical mexican-entree-deity, so there’s really no precedent for assuming he’s decidigital.
He may be a sore case, but I don’t think that he’s resorting to making jokes in Base 13.
I gave a a guy three extra fingers on the freeway coming home tonight
23 + 23 = 46
Jim Carrey will buy both of them. He’ll put it with the rest of his 23 collection.
Wonder if he will have to pay $137.50 for each 23 or if he can get a deal and get both for $300 since he’s splitting them up numerically. Sweet!
Duuude. I’ve got a big bag of fresh 46 that needs a good home. $275 and it’s yours, but if you share it with me I’ll only take $325.
Wow man, the walls are singing to me.
You were warned about taking the brown…
Wow, look at my hand. It’s all … Woah.
“That hippie is starting to kick in.”
So … If Sparky is selling 46 nine year olds, that would be a little under six bucks per kid. That’s quite a deal!
If Sparky is charging$275 for 46 9-year-olds, does just one cost three dollars? Does the $275 include the automatic price adjustment for buying the whole lot? I could use one because I need someone to take care of me when I’m elderly.
I knew this girl once who said I could buy an O for a nickel.
If only I had factored in the cost of the course of antibiotics, I would have realized it was a pretty bad deal.
I can’t seem to find my catulator on a Monday monrning. Can anyone help me figure out how a 9-year old has lessthan 300 hrs? *carries the 2, divides by Mercury, and adds the oil fider warch, but still can’t seem to remember the next step*
Sprinkle liberally with the kibbles, divide by the free red table, carry the two, add the inevitable…
42 pizza horseradish tacos
There..problem solved.
*shakes catulator gently* I’m getting bees a picture of Art no touching. Darn thing got in a fight yesterday, and hasn’t given me a straight answer yet.
I think these people have unrealistic expectations. I’m a 38 and can’t give myself away, though that may have to do with having thousands of hours, rather than a few hundred. How can you get to 46 and only have a few hundred hours? Were you in a coma most of your life?
It’s all about marketing, my dear. A 38 is just two 19s, and every straight man at some point has coveted two 19s.
*changes tactic*
“Hi, we’re Lola! Yes, there’s two of me!”*
*Something tells me this may not work.
Hmmm, lessee, there’s super-fabulous, charming, full of life Lola. And there’s bright, sharp, keen, intelligent, witty, and capable as exquisite snark Lola.
Sounds 42 to me {G}
Yes, Capn, but claiming to be two people, of any age, when there is only one person standing there is probably suggestive of MPD and should be avoided.
Well, yes, but that takes the fun out of it.
But, most people seem to have multiple personalities, the work personality, the out-with-friends personality, the at-home-when-no-one-is-watching personality, and so on.
Makes me wonder about those who obsessively only have the one personality.
Or maybe I just know too many wacky people.
My attributor is broken, but a guy once wrote, “She had a
pair of 38s and a gun.”
No way, man. The 43 was way better. Solid construction with dual metal framstoppers and a sham column. That 46 used cheap nylon framstoppers and swapped the sham column for a 90-degree bundt exhaust with a tiny 2″ Furlinger vent that overheats under stress and has seizure issues with the hinge when they get too hot. There’s a reason people are trying to pawn off their 46s. Seriously, get the 43 or wait for the 47.
I think you just channeled Capn.
Is that bad? Should I have that checked out? Oh God, does he have a beard?
Only until I shave {G}
I have no need for artful gibberish when fluent in do many argot as to be indistinguishable thereof.
But is it minty?
No, not at all. They completely got rid of the multiphase menthol injectors on the 46. Just another reason not to buy.
The phrase “Furlinger vent” is … well … let’s just say it’s a good thing I’m late getting my coffee today.
See, the timing castorators on my 43 are better than the 46, so I was able to comment before any potential disasters could occur.
43 4EVA!
Mine’s come all unfurled. It’s the weather.
(Line? Was that what I tripped on back there?)
General notice to anyone who has tried to talk to me about cars or computers – What you are saying might make sense to you, but what I’m hearing is that.
:points to Mindfield’s post:
It might look like I’m paying attention, but I’m really playing Double Klondike Solitaire in my head.
Just sayin’, Sarajean, you may want to zone back in if you hear a few key words like; muffler bearings, blinker fluid and steering gaskets. Especially if said grease monkey is about to charge you for service.
…Or if you are told your diesel engine needs spark plugs…
Out on the runway we used to send new guys to the tool crib for the “keys” to the 747, prop wash, flight line…never stopped being funny 🙂
Restaurant – used to send them for “steam for the steam table”. Sent one guy at least ten times, he never caught on. But, always reported that some was “on order”.
I work in construction, and we often hear the foreman telling the new guy to go find the “board stretcher”. You’d think they’d stop cutting things too short!
I’ll pay attention if it’s my car and will make the mechanic explain things until I actually understand them, but if it’s someone (like my Dad) watching the Barrett-Jackson auto auction on TV and he starts waxing poetic over custom crankcases…that’s where you lose me.
when i was stationed on a ship we used to send the new guys for things like keys to the sea chest or buckets of prop wash. my personal favorite was when we convinced two guys fresh out of boot camp to completly wrap themselves in aluminum foil from head to toe and walk around the main decks, so we could tune the radar of course.
Is anyone else having trouble getting the post’s picture to show, or is that special for my POS PC at work?
It’s a YouTube. I’m having no trouble using Firefox 3.6.8 and XP………
Ah, then I’ll have to wait ’til I go home to see it. The IE on this is … peculiar, and godforbid we download anything on our PCs, including something useful (objectively I understand why we can’t, but the fact that we need admins to upgrade our browsers is a PITA).
I can’t see it on my phone either, but I’ll take a stab: Is it the Sesame Street letter/number dealer?
No more calls please, we have a winner.
My guess on the meaning of this is that Sparky forgot the 8 between the 4 and 6, which would also require the “Unrealistic Expectations” tag. Though to my knoweldge, production of 486 comps stopped longer than 9years ago.
[corey]I believe this is a television that Sparky is
unloading on some poor sapselling at this fabulous price. The hrs is the give-away. Apparently LCD, plasma, and LED televisions are rated on useful hours.[/end corey]If CJ’s right, Sparky watched the TV 0.6410256102564102564102561024641026….. hours per week. (my catculator is an overacheiver…. he’ll do anything for catnip) I suppose that could be one episode of an hour long show if he could fast forward thru the commericals.
He’s also got a 1969 Chevy Camaro that was owned by a little old woman who only drove it one block to church on Sundays.
Maybe the doopie button broke. (I know there is probably a technical term for that button that fast forwards in ten second increments but I don’t care. It’s a doopie button.)
SJ…the technical term for it is the “blarp” button…
My catulator is in the window in the other room scaring squirrels, so I had to use a boring regular calculator. Nine years is about 78,892 hours. 300 run hours means a ratio of 263 hours not running to every hour run.
Which suggests a privately owned plane or helicopter, helicopters needing about 10 to 15 hours’ maintenance per hour of flight time.
My other “gut instinct” guess is some sort of back-up generator, something with a run-time hours clock on it.
Be not a buyer of 9 year old TVs or 486 computers – regardless of price…….
But what if you want a dinosaur computer for your floopies? You’d want one that is at least 9 years old, wouldn’t you?
Uh, yes………floopies. There’s an exception to every rule isn’t there?
I would totally pay Z for the O, but I was never good with numbers.
Chicago Steamers
Waiting for the snark of the day
Searching for something funny to say
Forcing myself not to buy
Giving up I gouge my eyes
Sitting counting 300 hours
forty six is 9 years old
Staring blindly into space
Getting up to bleach my face
Wanting just to stay away
Wond’ring how much I should pay
Should I try for $275 or more
forty six is 9 years old
Feeling like I ought to *beep*
Sparky is a stinking creep
Searching for a way to say
$275 is too much to pay
forty six is 9 years old
forty six is 9 years old
Um, is Chicago steamers anything like the Cleveland variety? Cuz if so, I’ll be over here in the corner, hugging my knees and crying.
That’s where my mind went too. I hope it’s not.
Yes, but it incorperates some…ummm…wind.
For the horn section, you know.
I started out with “Dock of the Bay”. It fit.
I just thought he was getting rid of his 46 yr old wife after 9 years of marriage and less than 300 hours of conjugal rights. Sort of divorce by Craigslist. $275 is cheap for a divorce.
I’m trying to turn it into basic code…46 could be DF, but what could 90 be? 9 could be I, but there is no 0 letter. Unless it’s o. Or an unknown letter. Or The Unknown Letter. Or something Really Profound, like The Unknowable Letter. Or The Unspeakable Letter. Or The Unpronounceable Letter.
Oh, crap. My brain just imploded. Now I’m going to have to Craiglist for a new one. And that never goes well.
And I’ll need a WetVac.
CL regularly reminds me of those old word problems in math. Not the ones that you had to actually solve but the ones where you had to identify either the extraneous information or what information was missing that you would need in order to solve it.
Did they stop teaching that in school or were CL posters just absent that day?
Maybe they WERE in class that day, and the information just got jumbled in their massive* brains. So, they THINK they’re putting a sensical word problem/CL ad up, but that part of their brain got mixed up with the “missing information” word problems, and…. I give up.
*This may not actually be true.
Maybe* it’s just my twisted mind but I keep reading that ad as a 9 YRS OLD.LESBIAN…
*Most likely
Maybe it’s a scavenger hunt – you win $275 if you can find 46 nine year old lesbians in less than 300 hrs.
Isn’t that what your reward is if you martyr yourself as a Muslim suicide bomber?
Only if you are a lesbian suicide bomber
Well?
So what you are saying is that you won’t be “blowing” anyone…(up)
😛
Correction: A nine year old lesbian suicide bomber.
Seems like a fairly narrow niche market.
Finding 9 46-year-old lesbians would be so much easier.
Just go to library school. No, really. A lot of my classmates were middle-aged lesbians. Considering that so far none of my coworkers are, I don’t get it, but that was the demographic when I was there.
Maybe they thought it was really labia-area school…
Oh my Bob!! I am so glad you fessed up, Hammie, cuz my mind has gone there every time I read this today. Every.Single.Time.
:is happy to know she’s not alone:
*Doin’ the sicko happy dance with CJ*
*joins the sicko happy dance* SO glad I wasn’t the only one.
Is skill at dancing required to join the SHO, or can one be at the Elaine Benes level?
Is it too late to join the happy dance? ME TOO! Wow, GMTA!
It’s not just you, Ham.
I read something similar to Ham’s interpretation but somewhere along the line, my brain also put in something about watching said lesbians. I was glad when I re-read the actual ad and discovered it was all in my head. Not my thing.
I suppose we need to add NOT.A.LESSTHAN to the YSaC dictionary?
Egads, is all I can come up with.
And this is all to close to 42, and the mention of the Divine tends to stir my brain.
Brian and Vince both threatened to be at the bar this evening, so I may venture out and we will see if we can find a
patsyvictom, er fourth toinflictplay a forty-two game or seven upon.(That and I scored a Freebirds coupon, so somebody else is making supper tonight.)
46 Hestia, commonly known as “46”, is a large, dark Main belt asteroid. It is also the primary body of the Hestia asteroid clump. It was discovered by N. R. Pogson on August 16, 1857 and is named after Hestia, Greek goddess of the earth.
How one has obtained said asteroid…boggles the mind.
I would purchase this item, but have no more room in the old garage. Saturn had its moving sale last weekend, and I’ve been belted to the brim!
Unless this person is referring to the Nintendo *64…in that case, I will challenge him to a game of Super Smash Brothers – winner gets the system.
Maybe it’s a 9-year old globe of 46 Hestia. I bet it hasn’t changed much, in that time.
Unless Astro’s been playing “meteorite strike” with it.
Or “alien attack”, but that’s usually more of an “enslavement of the masses” sort of thing. A bit easier on the real estate.
[Classics geek corey] Hestia is actually the goddess of the hearth. As in the home-fire, used for cooking, heating water for washing – basically the symbol of domesticity. Her Roman counterpart, Vesta, was much cooler ‘cos she had a temple full of girls whose only jobs were to stay virgins and keep the sacred fire burning in the Forum. As long as no-one checked either of those too often it sounds like pretty much the awesomest job ever!!!* [/Classics geek corey]
*Still freaked my parents out a little when I came home in fourth form and told them I wanted to be a Vestal Virgin.
I wanted to be a maenad, one of the women who followed Dionysus. I bet they had some bitchin’ parties.
The only problem with those Dionysian revels was that they tended to tear the men limb from limb and eat them. Put a serious damper on the phrase, “Bite me.”
Also, they’d be even less pleasant to wake up next to with a hangover than (many of) the non-dismembered variety.
Except for those 16 Vestal Virgins, they lit out for the coast.
True story, I grew up in Vestal, NY, our running joke in high school involved not being able to find 16 Vestal Virgins. Of course, I knew there was at least one.
This almost wants to put a song in my head but it’s too faint and far away to hear… Whiter Shade of Pale?
Got it in one, Moira 🙂
Ooh – remember Vestal, NY quite well – Before she was Mrs. Grampdaddy, Mrs. G. went to SUNY Binghamton, and I was up near Rochester. Drove to Binghamton just about every weekend via 96 and 17 to see my dear. Nothing like a February blizzard between Ithaca and 17 to make your evening exciting….
Ithaca was a very popular hang out in my day. Nothing says “youthful
stupiditybravado” like swerving down country roads at 4am, after a night of hard drinking and greasy Manos diner food, in a blizzard during deer season.Ms. Moira that was deeply poetic. Thank you.
Hi everybody – I’m back! Have missed being here hugely, but had no internet. Seems Verizon cut our phone and DSL line, then connected it back to the wrong circuit. Took multiple calls and time on hold to get straightened out. “But our computers show that everything is working – are you sure that you don’t have telephone and internet?” That was followed with, “Could you please send us an email with the information about the problem so we can research it on our end.”
Six days and multiple threats later, everything is back…..
I’m assuming snark will resume soon.
Welcome back GD!
Yes, service drones do sometimes seem to live in the land of Duh. We are pleased that you have escaped to rejoin us here in Snarkville.
Welcome back Grampdaddy! We missed you being here hugely too 😉
I think a line just got crossed again.
Verizon? Say no more. When I have to call them, visit the facilities, and I take provisions and the flask, having learned that it’s going to be a long, arduous, patience-trying call.
My favorite? When you call because you have no service and the “helpful”* recording tells you that many of your problems can be resolved by visiting their website! Yes, but only if one has internet, which is why I’m calling. Ahem. Once I was passed around and put on hold and subjected to inane recordings and music for upwards of an hour before having to work my way through a phone tree that kept kicking me into a loop from which I could NOT get a live human, no matter what. I finally blurted in exasperation, “You’ve got to be #%&*@!$ kidding me!” and … it clicked out of the loop and took me to a live operator. Who fixed things. I’ve never tried it again because I suspect that only happens once.
A friend who worked for a Telco call centre once told me that if you start swearing at the voice recordings they put you through to a real person – apparently they had lots of fun beta-testing the ‘angry sweary voice’ recognition software.
Edit: Unless you meant the ‘only once’ thing was getting to a service person who could actually help and further, did so. That, I would agree, is rare.
HA! I wondered about that, but it’s brilliant to have it confirmed. I’ll tell my friends.
I once had a job installing and testing content filtering solutions for several large companies (Yes it’s probably my fault you get the “web site blocked” messages at work)
So what that really means is I got to surf porn all day for a living, rough job!
My dad found that cussing out the Walgreens people gets my ADHD meds ready within the day for… well, it hasn’t stopped… as opposed to the day or two that it took previously.
Well, so much for that, other than proving that the plans ae mice ane men aft gae aglay.
should have listened to the I Ching instead.
Christina in the box again! Back in a couple hours to punch and so on. Talk among yourselves. Especially if you have MPD
We should keep in touch with ourselves?
Smedley, did you see that line go zipping by? Uh-huh, that line. Ah well.
Yay! I got my tiara and vacant look all ready to go!
christina! FTW! Punchity Punch Punch! That never gets old. 8)
G’Night, and Happy Birthday Dan!
“Darn kids! Get off my lawn!”
“Your lawn? You auld cow? It’s MY lawn!”
“Your lawn? Faw! It’s my lawn! I worked long hours at the gas station to buy this house and that’s my lawn you’re standing on!”
“You’re mad, old woman!”
“I’m not old, and I’m not a woman! My name is Dennis!”
Oh. Now I’m just deteriorating into Monty Python.