Hey woofren! Have we got a man for you!
the dreem – m4mw
you whant to make the dreem for you wife o woofren iam here iam ready for make the dreem for you women
At least, I think he’s a man. He might be a woman. Or possibly an ocelot. Who knows? But don’t wait, contact him (her? it?) today! You know you whant to!
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I wonder who is more confused, me or the person who posted this?
You both are.
“Woofren”? Well, that does sound like the sound my dog makes when she’s dreaming and kicking her legs around.
Woofren = collective noun for a group of barking dogs.
Das ist die Deutsch collektiv noun fur die voofenschnauzer.
Eine voofenschnauzer.
Zwei voofenschnauzer.
Drei voofenschnauzer.
Eine woofren der voofenschnauzer. RUNNEN! IST EIN WOOFREN DER VOOFENSCHNAUZER MIT DER SHARPENCHOPPERS!
*chucks a couple more doors at MF for giving me the uncontrollable giggles at work*
BORK BORK BORK!
EDIT: Also, it appears over the top self naming may just run in the family. Well done, Lyle, well done indeed.
The best part is running this through Google translate. It can almost do it… But not quite.
At first I had the sneaking suspicion woofren was this guy’s concept of the plural form of “wife”. When I got to the section quoted above, I was completely convinced. This guy’s a polygamist who thinks he’s able to make other men seem like God’s gift to women. I’m glad he felt the need to share his secret ’cause this post was a good start to yet another cubicle-bound day.
Bacontine is gonna be jealous. Somebody hide the can of ‘Whoop-Ass’.
Bacontini has no reason to worry. This person : Bacontini :: “bacon” bits : bacon.
This is what I get for commenting without reading what’s already been said.
*Grumble grumble*
Funny, I immediately thought of Bacontini too. The more I see of the Craigslist dating pool, the better the meat-flavored cocktail starts to look.
Bacontini was my first thought too. He constantly “make the dreem for you women” but generally more coherently. For a bacon martini.
What the fuck was that? Can’t even snark about it.
Dreem on, Sparckay.
Would you happen to be a WOOFREN! WOOFREN! WOOFREN! WOOFREN! WOOFREN! WOOFREN! WOOFREN! WOOFREN! WOOFREN! WOOFREN! WOOFREN! WOOFREN! WOOFREN! WOOFREN! WOOFREN! WOOFREN! WOOFREN! WOOFREN! WOOFREN! WOOFREN! WOOFREN! WOOFREN! WOOFREN! WOOFREN! WOOFREN! WOOFREN! WOOFREN! WOOFREN! WOOFREN! WOOFREN?!
Sometimes. Maybe. On the second Monday of every month.
We have to move the furniture, all the medical machinery, and all the plants off the floors at work on the second Tuesday of every month so the lazy floor guys and buff the floors. It’s really irritating.
We’ve got to move these refrigerators, we’ve got to move these color TVs….
SisterLyleNunjaTaco — maybe you could make a music video about it, become very rich and remember us all fondly (not fondling ).
Mental image does not compute… warning, system shut down eminate. Please place data storage unit into brain bleach immediately to prevent complete loss of function.
I’ll be in the corner >.< Blarg.
I had a dream once; it involved a dozen tortoises, Zachary Levy, an abacus, and a two pound bag of M & Ms.
Can you make that dream come true, Sparky? Pretty please?
At least you don’t dream of waffles…
Or being chased by ketchup.
Is the ketchup in those little fast food packets?
(No I don’t know why I’m asking.)
It was actually TacoGrandma. She had a dream once she was being chased by a giant ketchup bottle. I assume the old glass kind.
I dreem of Dreemsicles.
Orrrrrrr………PUDDING NOT ON FIRE!!!!!!!
Yes, because if the pudding was on fire, it would be a nightmare.
This is a M4MW post , ghostcat, so you do realize that if it’s a threesome scene, Sparky is offering to join you* and that cute Mr. Levi, right?
I’d rather involve one of the tortoises, frankly. I bet they are better spellers.
*Supertanker of brain bleach already on its way.
She thought it said M4M&M.
No, no… clearly it’s m(utt)4m(o)w. Dog for cat. All the elaborate code is to throw off those interspecies-dating bigots.
MW=Man Woofren?
Exactly.
Or semi-precisely, perhaps, since I’m not “up” on the subtleties of initials classified singles-speak.
So. I’ve assumed (yes, yo sé que soy un burro)
M4W is man “for” woman
W4M is woman “for” man
and so on–if with a confusion of should a male person peruse W4M or M4W?
So, M4MW scanned as man for man-woman, and then that song lyric on “she was a he” earworms me, and I need to bash my head with the bricks again (or attempt to sort out where the TCP/IP stack address is in the Registry for my stinking desktop computer which refuses to communicate through its network connection . . . )
I had a dream where I grew shrimp under a flap on my skin and I sold them for a tidy profit. They kept growing back and I was rich. But I still had shrimp on my arm. Plus I am vegetarian.
That sounds like the most disgusting dream ever. And I’m not a vegetarian.
It was.
One would hope your diet allows you to eat M&Ms. I am currently on a low glycemic index diet (and have been for the past 3 years). I no longer have any sugar cravings, and don’t actually miss candy/sugary treats anymore. However, I do occasionally have nightmares that I have eaten candy or something like that, and fallen completely off the wagon. I am very glad when I wake up and realize that it was all just a dream.
I can’t imagine living like that. Sounds like my worst nightmare.
If I’m interpreting that speeling correctly, I’m reading “dream,” “wife” and “warfarin.” Creepy.
Well, yes, decreasing the clotting factor in a potential spouse does raise a number of questions, ethical and pharmaceutical . . .
woofren = woo + friend = woo friend = girlfriend.
Babblefish must be on the fritzen.
I keep telling Bacontini that his methods lack subtlety.
Yes but he’s so charming. And fragrant.
This post reminds me of that popular program in the 60s. I Dreem of Gene.
I was never a very big fan of Gene Shalit myself, but I guess that mustache just entrances… some…
MUSTACHE NOT ON FIRE!
I really think the eyebrows made his…
EYEBROWS NOT ON FIRE!
OMG, Gene Shalit isn’t flaming!
Ok, now I’ve got a Roseanne Roseannadanna earworm from an SNL sketch.
There are…well…just…
So.Many.Questions.
It’s “m4m”, but Sparky is here for de women? And, apparently he’s willing to drug your woman to make you? Him? The collective cast of “Rent”…what? Desireable? Illiterate?
He has a dreem alright. It’s commonly referred to as “nightmare” in our culture, Sir Sparks-A-Lot.
Hallo. I am dreem for ladees. You are ladees? I am make dreem for you. You are not need for roofees, for I am ready to look at the dreemy man of man for wifes ladees. I am for to make the dreem of for you in the woofren ruddle panties. Will you not dreem me? You dreem me OK womens ub.
Leave it to the freaky-puppy to swoop in and explain it all so, so, so…clearly, yeah that’s the word.
So.Clearly.
You copy that from one of your spam comments there, MF?
You’d think, but lately all I’ve been getting on the blog are blatant multi-link posts. In Polish. Dozens of them, literally, over the May Day weekend. It was rather annoying. (The spam catcher caught them, though, so I didn’t have to do anything save for one non-Polish spam of the “your site is awesome the information is relevant I’m going to be bookmarking it!” variety which are just boring.)
Polish Spam? How exotic. I’ve only seen Norwegian Spam which is particularly amusing. Unless of course you don’t like spam.
spam spam spam spam spam spam spam spam
Polish spam is similar, but comes in a sausage casing and has more pepper in it. It is also much more likely to cause a vowel obstruction.
I don’t get any spam yet, but when I do I’m hoping it’s Finnish.
I’d settle for some nice German spam.
Ist dein wienershrinken? Ich kan helpen sie biggen dein wiener mit der Viagren fur die better stuffenbutt! Der fraulein nicht liken der floppendong, Viagaren maken der pooperstuffer throbinen gigantisch wie ein horsen! Mit haben der Cialisch, also. Visiten der http://www.nichtderfloppendong.de fur eine große pumperdicken jetzt!
I never realized there were all these different types of spam. I though there was just the one that comes in the blue can at the grocery store on the shelf next to the potted meat. (I was never brave enough to see exactly what “potted meat” was).
When it comes to potted meat, Steve’s got you covered.
I’ve gotten German spam before. It was for a handykunden, which I thought was much more interesting until my friend translated the word to “cell phone”.
I’ve gotten no spam in Elvish, Entish, or the tongues of Men.
I have, however, gotten visitors from America, Canada, France, Italy, New Zealand, Russia, and Turkey. Also, I’ve had three people reach me via Google. The first person got there with “ephemeris times”. The second and third got there with “markis parker trokers”, likely because YSaC is in my blogroll.
Heeeeey, Jailbait changed his avatar. 8)
*corner*
I’m not sure whether I should be creeped out by that or not.
So instead, I’ll just shuffle off awkwardly.
Good choice, because I’m not sure I creeped myself out or not either.
*shuffles off sheepishly*
Reading that and then looking at the smiling puppy made me nearly snort with giggles. Damn you, MF! You’re making me titter copiously today!
I am here for de titters.
*Takes Mindfield to the farm*
Look at all them titters. You’re welcome.
Kids, we gave Creepy Puppy to a farm, where he’ll be happier.
No, it’s “m4mw” male for many woofren
Thanks, mudsy, that’s sooooo much better!
I’m a helper.
🙂
Here is where I would have made a snarky comment, if the ad didn’t leave me dazed and corn-fused. Carry on, I’ll check in later.
I have that problem with corn too. Wait, what were we talking about?
*gives the llamaderp a refreshing alfalfa drink and takes her to the auntie couch*
You’ll be fine after a nice lie-down.
Derp Derp Squee!
Derp De-derp De-derp Squee Squee!
Is the auntie couch in the same room as the great aunt armoire?
*Dons the Great Aunt Armoire of Invincibility*
I’m *ungh* unstoppable *huf* now!
Boy *pant* this thing *oof* is heavy.
Woofren = a heavy metal band composed of CL daters who cannot spell… or identify gender.
Does it come in Tangerine?
Well, it’s got a slight citrus scent but I wouldn’t call it Tangerine. More of a Tangelo.
No Holy Vanilla?
Tangerine, tangerine, living reflection of a dreem
I was your woofren, you were my queen
And now the restraining order’s come between
la la la la laaaaaa lala
No Tangerine Dream for you. You did not go to the Academy.
And somehow, running this through the spell-checker has done nothing to clarify the offer.
Which means that yes kids, that’s right, it’s time once again for “Spell Checking Sparky – IN LATINAM!”
Tamen non intelligo quid dixisti, Sparce!
Yup, lots better.
If I had a wife or a woofren, Sparky would be the first maybe-a-person I would call. Then I would call the poison control center about the hallucinations and the Pledge I just ate because it smelled lemony fresh.
*glance at the box, squees, and starts setting up a massage table.* Get the cocktails, Sven! I’m in the box again!
In the box again!
SisterLyle is in the box again!
She’s so happy sipping cocktails with her Sven,
We can’t wait ’til she’s in the box again.
I didn’t realize SisterLyle liked da ladies and possibly woofren.
*goes to the corner*
“Awww-roooooo …
Woofren of London …”
I love this earworm!
Hey wait a damn minute!
Didn’t Angle end up running Woofren and Heart during the last season?
Somewhat related to this:
Our collection has a title called Modern Legal Ethics by someone named Wolfram, and when I showed it to a coworker who is also familiar with the Buffyverse, we had a giggle over it.
Modern Legal Ethics? Did the book explode?
A Quantum Irony Singularity formed as the book collapsed in on itself.
Oh dear. Did you call Bombdude to dispose of it? Or is that why he hasn’t been on here for a while?
I’ve never opened it. I suspect the effect is the same as dividing by zer-
oh shi-
[names triva corey]
Wolfram is the German version of Ramiro.
Which makes more sense than how Giuseppe = William.
The Italian diminutive for Giuseppe is “Bepe” (beh-PAY).
And the Mexican diminutive for Ignacio is Nacho.
[/corey]
And then you’ve got Istanbul, which is Constantinople, and it’s nobody’s business but the Turks.
That’s a good earworm to take to bed.
😉
OT
Holy crap, Taco has a blog now? How did I miss this? *smacks brother with a shoe* Way to up the bar.
/OT
Everyone else is doing it… I bowed to peer pressure.
I’m still tweaking everything so an announcement seemed a bit premature.
God, now I’m feeling the pressure! Oh noes! *flees*
As per the gamer test:
You should try Fandemonium. It’s almost in your backyard and is pretty cheap as cons go.
Hhmmmm…. *ponders*
OT
HOLY HELL!
/OT
Elaborate.
Is your tourettes acting up again?
It’s that sort of day is all. I felt the undeniable urge to yell ‘holy Hell’ to someone but it was inappropriate for work so… yeah. Emergency walk-ins are fun, since we’re a ‘no parvo’ and ‘no walk-in’ clinic. And when the dog is leaking bloody diarrhea onto our floor and we have NO history of this pet, it makes us all a little irate. Sufficient to say we have all been well bleached to the point that the clinic cat was rolling around high.
I think that qualifies for a Holy Hell
Umm…
No.
I’m pretty sure if I think about this at all, I will turn into a Sparky. Even thinking about thinking about it is making my brain hurt.
One would hope that an ocelot would have more sense than this, but I guess one never knows…
I volunteered at a feral cat shelter and had the privilege of getting to care for an ocelot.
House cat in near dog-size dimensions a fascinating experience. Although occasionally blurring the playing with and being playtoy line a bit.
What do ocelots dreem of? a nice palm tree to lounge in?
Ocelots dream about the same thing electric sheep do only with catnip.
Mouse robots???
I had just finished John Ringo’s “Through the Looking Glass” with its account of the Dreen War (now reading Vorpal Blade in the edda).
Was considering seeing if Spark’ was posting in the Oviedo, FL CL and was just too close to the Chen Anomoly, but, I realized I was jus dreemin . . .
An Aside
I’ll be taking a brief hiatus from YSaC. I’ll be back sunday-monday-ish. G’night!
/aside
No body reads the punches anymore, so I may just discontinue it. 8) Punch your own card, Sis!
Good Morning, Montgomery!
You do it after I’ve gone to bed, but I usually check the next morning!
I was going to say something about you forgetting, but thought maybe you decided not to after Sis said she was going to be gone for the rest of the week.
I always read the punches. Nobody has the flair that you do, WR.