YSaC, Vol. 1099: Just keep swimming, just keep swimm … SHUT UP!
2011 October 13
QUARREL CASTLE for fish tank aquarium + small quarrel+ornamental tree – $10
For sale i have a QUARREL CASTLE for fish tank aquarium + small quarrel + ornamental tree. Please call xxx-xxx-xxxx
A quarrel castle? That’s my new name for the house I lived in with my ex.
Thanks, Blue Fox!
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*HamCan! Hooray!
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I can’t afford a quarrel castle; my tank is too small. How about a spat shack? A huff hut? A terse exchange tent?
What I can afford: dictionary, spell-check. 8)
This disagreement domicile might be just the thing for you.
And for the really economically-challenged, there’s a tiff tent for sale at Wally World.
How about a French prudential melee chalet?
I think a French Perventional melee chalet could be even more appropriate!
Having tried to erect a tent in a gale with my ex I favour the terse exchange tent ….. closely followed by the divorce duplo.
MY BUBBLES!
So, Angry Birds has branched out and gone aquatic?
Yes, but it’s still in betta.
And yet my Tetra Tetris game goes largely ignored. Sigh.
There’s something very fishy about that.
I just want to see the crossbow that could fire that thing.
Until now, fish have always been the pets of choice for people who don’t have the attention span for pets. They’re low-mainentenance, emotionally unavailable, and, quite frankly, boring.
Enter the quarrel castle. Now you can see that your fish get just as frustrated as you do, and they’re not under any legal obligation to hold it in. Live vicariously through your underwater chums (pun intended!) as they do things to each other that you only wish you could do to your boss, your mother-in-law, or that homeless guy with the hat that’s way too cool for a homeless guy! The quarrel castle can provide as many hours of entertainment and frightening, violent wish-fulfillment as you can provide new fish!
I’m sorry, but ever since “Finding Nemo” I simply cannot look at my aquarium without there being a running dialogue in my head from all the conversations I imagine taking place.
“MY treasure chest!”
“No, it’s mine!”
“Hey, guys…I think I can reach the filter, now if one of you will distract our human….”
“MY fake-plastic-who-thinks-tropical-plants-come-in-this-color hiding space!’
“No, it’s mine!”
“My food..nom..nom…nom…”
“Mine!”
“Mine!”
“Mine!”
“Mine!”
“Mine!”
Who needs a quarrel castle? My whole aquarium is one big knock down drag out brawl all day long.
I no longer need the quarrel castle because I no longer have fish. Instead, I now have pure bread dogs: a chiwawa and a
docksunddocshundwiener dog.Betta fish + mirror = Quarrel Castle.
Quarrel Castle is the name of IF’s House of Pain cover band.
“Splash around!”
We also do some selected Fleetwood Mac covers.
you and elebenty gazillion others! but, hopefully, not Neil Diamond karaoke ? please? pretty please?
My former boss and I used to end up on Quarrel Reef. It was quite a barrier to our working relation.
The first rule of Quarrel Castle is, you don’t talk about Quarrel Castle.
He’s only king fish of the castle until the queen fish comes home. After that, he’s king fish of the fake tree.
You keep using that word. I don’t think it means what you think it means.
Brings new meaning to the word ornamental.
So is this where Professor Quirrell goes to argue with the *SPOILER ALERT* Voldemort in the back of his head?
When I was reading the book, I kept mentally substituting squirrel for Quirrel.
That’s ok; Cloo network has been running a James Bond marathon–Ian Flemming’s character Quarrel is in several of the movies, despite being killed in Dr. No.
Well, you know, fish have 3-second memories. So, I imagine a quarrel castle is about right…
1 fish: Hey, that’s my food!
2 fish: No, it’s mine.
spelling fish: Hey look, a quarrel castle!
fail fish: Hey look, a quarrel castle!
*Sigh* As much as I hate to go all corey on you TBL, this is subject which is near and dear to me (after 40 yrs of fish keeping lunacy).
/corey/ The 3 second memory thing is just myth, busted on numerous occasions by dozens, if not hundreds, or researchers and scientists. /end corey/
On a less serious note, why in the bloody blue fins of the great tuna would a person misspell by adding a half dozen letters and a syllable to a perfectly good single syllable word? That would be like spelling fish as “philllshggg” (note the silent els and Gs). Speeling problems indeed, but humanity is also doomed, imho.
I know the 3-second memory is a myth. It was just a joke. I like Dorie in Finding Nemo. She made me laugh. =)
Oh, good. Hated to go all serious anyway, but I do loves me some fish – as my parents would have attested to way back in the day when I took over their living room…and hall…and my room.
Although I do realize it sometimes seem like all my fish are memory challenged or, god help us all, secret Craigs List posters, as they take in and spit out the same rejected piece of food 9 times in a row.
It’s not that they have a short memory; it’s that they resist learning with extreme prejudice.
Yeah, everyone knows that “fish” is correctly spelled “ghoti.”
I thought the catfish was the only one with a ghoti…
P.S. What the deuce is a Corey? I keep seeing that all over YSAC. It’s kinda freaking me out…almost as much as the “doors,” “coffee slices,” “punchity punches,” and “corner.” ???
Tiny, for the answers to these, see CJ’s comment under the Virgin Blood ad.
Holy Moley… I’m in the box with a lot of me today. I’m beside myself with joy… and he’s hogging the seat.
And I’m sure you have the t shits to prove it.
😉
Ooof, yeah. I need to cut down on the Lava Sauce when I’m eating Diablo Hell-Fire burritos.
*That is SUCH a visual*
😀
Congrats, and as a bonus prize, have some Chipotlaway.
I thought it was called chipotlepoo.
Some people paint vivid landscapes with their affluent worthsmithery.
I paint in a different, more laundry-intensive way.
Oh, the coffee slices have spinkles today!
Well, if you spinkle when you tinkle…
…take your cute red hair with you.
Chi-poo-tle?
And now I want a Jumbo Jack. Curses!
Joy is an unusual name for someone of the male gender.
Life ain’t easy for a boy named Joy.
Daddy left home when I was just two
Mama didn’t always know just what to do
All Daddy left was a fish tank that made a lot of noise.
Thangs weren’t always easy for Mama and me
But the roughest thing besides trying to eat an ornamental tree
Was putting up with Daddy naming me “Joy”.
Yes, it’s a Taco Essplossion!
Uh.
Clean-up on Aisle 7.
It doesn’t look to me like a squirrel would fit in that castle… I think they prefer Legos anyways.
Those are some nice not.a.squirrels.
Eh. Everyone knows that just having stripes doesn’t make you a different creature. YOU try finding a good image for a squirrel castle :-p
How about sugar gliders flying over a castle?
Those must be sugar gliders after they’ve molted*
*do not get them wet
*do not feed them after midnight
Personally, I never quarrel with the miniature bouncy castles.
Wait, what were we talking about again?
Yes.
And thus concludes another episode of Idiots With Internet Access. Join us next time and see Sparky misspell his own name… twice.
When two ancient keeps collide:
It’s called a castle quarrel.
When two lesser keeps collide:
It’s called a vassal castle quarrel.
When two lesser keeps bother others with their battle:
It’s called a vassal hassle castle quarrel.
When two lesser keeps keep doing battle while they rope the righteous dead:
It’s called a Lasso vassal hassle moral mortal castle quarrel.
Now when lesser keeps are killing popes and popes are roping rings while bothering their naked kings, and naked kings ride their ships while leaning to one side:
It’s called a Ferrule vessel lasso vassal hassle mortal barrel royal beveled castle quarrel.
And when-
SHUT IT!
*throws a double door for the Fox in Socks reference*
I heart you geisels!
– Blue Fox (in sox)
[synchronistic semi-topical]
Was reading my former hometown blog, and it seems juvenile delinquents have been puncturing the Pekin ducks at one of the City ponds with both plastic and metal quarrels from a tiny crossbow.
As is the case of juveniles, they failed to A, bring enough quarrel; B, failed to identify a true pest species (grackles or pigeons, either of which are at infestation levels).
Sadly, public ordinances to not permit the use of stocks and yardsticks upon the juveniles in question.
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I have some (semi) private ordnance, if you’d like to use…
It’s private until it detonates, then it gets all public and attention-getting real quick like…
OH! You said “ordinance”… My bad… Nevermind.
This ad deserves an award, preferably an Oscar.
Sadly, it’s only Guppy-worthy.
As I tell my fish every time they have relationship problems:
No need for Quarrel Castle. There’s plenty of fish in the sea.
Taco! Punchity Punch Punch!
Taco! Punchity Punch Punch!
Taco! Punchity Punch Punch!
Taco! Punchity Punch Punch!
G’Night, Janet!