1968 Plymouth Furry Demo Car – $600
1968 Plymouth Furry II
$600/OBO
Rolling Chaise, gutted and welded needs engine and transmission
Sold As Is, no returns
No Title
Call Mary ###-###-####
You know, I think a stolen furry chaise is just what our living room needs. Can I get it in leopard print? Or Not.A.Lion stripes?
Thanks for the post and the title, SD!
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The level of “fail” in so few, er, ah, ‘words’ leaves one breathless.
The number of persons of a costume-wearing kink, eagerly searching the intertuubs; the legions of Plymouth fans eagerly seeking the least-famous version of the Fury; or, even of all those waning a chaise for their chassis.
Now, I have (haz) a curiosity, I wonder if in Ish (or Vicinity) it is like Texas; that Once Registered is Always Registered–so a Title would have to be originated to take ownership of this, er, ah, “find.”
It was a Plymouth Furry. Now it’s a Plymouth Mangy.
They have ointment for that now.
But that would require touching the car. Do they make an aerosol?
Isn’t ointment hard to get out of terrycloth . . . ?
Lots of things are hard to get out of terrycloth. That’s why I had to start wearing disposable diapers.
I prefer my Chaises to be Chevy’s.
That’s Streets Ahead!
“Candy gram….”
John Cock… tos… ton
That’s not a rolling chaise; this is a rolling chaise.
But is it a high-speed chaise?
Always remember, a rolling chaise gathers no fur.
On the bright side, it looks kind of minty. Or at least olivey. Well, no,what it really looks like is an avocado that has begun to go bad.
Now I’m craving guacamole.
It’s the color of that stuff in that Tupperware that was behind everything in the fridge that I had to throw out last week. Cause it scared me.
You should donate that stuff to science.
I didn’t want to be responsible for any accidents or injuries. That crap was moving.
Having seen the demo, I am not impressed.
That’s the worst squirrel costume I’ve ever seen.
It’s Christine! If Arnie Cunningham hadn’t restored her.
(The best line from that movie, or possible any movie ever: Will Darnell – “You can’t polish a turd.”)
The part where the car rebuilds herself after the bullies wreck her – that still scares the pants off of me. It’s just so creepy.
For the record, we here at YSaC do NOT judge you on whatever you happen to be into. That’s just fine with us.
We judge you on your crappy Craigslist ads.
If you happen to be INTO writing crappy Craigslist ads? OK, then we’ll judge you.
Not that there’s anything wrong with that…
Judge ALL the Sparkies!!!
Guilty!
10 points for spelling and punctuation, 10 points for knowing of which you type, 70 points for over-all composition, and 10 points for the dismount.
If there are furries involved, do we really hafta even be nearby–let alone watch–any of the “mounting” at all?
Otherwise, what else is Rule 34 good for, huh? Say it again, huh!? Good-for?
All I can think of….
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uIBU-DaJJOk
zodiac, let me introduce you to the corner.
Dang, I just slunk out of there.
OT – kinda/sorta…
Youngest son is having trouble finding a job. I tell him it’s because he’s holding out for that VP position when, clearly, he needs at least a modicum of experience in any field prior to attaining said level…
But, I digress..
On Easter he was at our house and took me aside. Excitedly he proclaimed the wonders of posting his resume.
On Craigslist.
Whiskey.Tango.Foxtrot.
I tried to warn him of assorted Sparkii in his path, but he told me about the many calls he’d gotten…”some from very real companies, even”….and the mind reels.
I need a drink..if I drank, that is…maybe some chocolate?
/end OT kinda/sorta
Call Mary THAT? I would never, my parents raised me better than that!
Mary, Mary, quite contrary
How does your furry go?
Gutted to hell with a non-minty shell,
And no title to match the demo.
Manda, you wax poetic which is good because you can’t wax the item being sold above. 8)
I think a proper waxing might cut back on the furriness. And by “cut back on”, I mean rip it out at the roots. The good news is this car doesn’t wear a bikini. Otherwise the whole waxing thing could have become awkward.
EEEEEK!
I have a huge fear now–that curiosity (knowing what that got the cat) will force, compel, require insisting of Unc’ Goggle the results of
Manda, I gave you all my doors, Can you watch my stuff while I run to the Building supply store? People might come in and take it while I’m gone to get more doors.
Show me the car feaux.
The CARFAX report is actually just Tom & Ray Magliozzi of Car Talk laughing hysterically.
Nah, this furry is dead. It’s no fun chasing dead prey if you gotta push ’em first.
Unless it’s on a downhill slope and you forgot to set the handbrake….
Speaking of: My parents would like to remind all of you with children to never. ever. ever leave your car keys in a vehicle that is parked at the top of an inclining driveway with free-roaming children in the vehicle. Even if it’s just for 20 seconds. Said children might just decide they can back the car down the driveway just like Mommy and Daddy and instead wipe out the neighbor’s garden, and corner of trailer house at the bottom of the hill.
I think I was about 5 years old at that time. With my younger brother and sister…. luckily, we missed the lake.
I can just see a little baby gecko behind the wheel of a car, standing on the seat to be able to see, screaming down the driveway. 😛
That would be why I couldn’t reach the brakes.
Your parents are right… it’s much more fun in a motor home on a residential street while mom is delivering phonebooks.
Ahh, the seventies, they were fun times.
Taking the keys out of the car is not a deterent for a determined child. My older sister just took my mother’s ’64 rambler and rolled it down a hill and off a bridge into a creek. Had to wire the driver’s door shut after that.
Oh, and no wisecracks about how someone was able to drive a house off a bridge either.
My little brother put Grandma’s Chevette in the creek. Luckily, no one was standing behind it when he kicked it out of gear. He explained later that he was playing hide and seek with our cousins and didn’t think anyone would look there.
The demolition of this car is nearly complete…
Umm, the demoralization of this gutted furry is nearly complete…
Err, the demonstration of why this Plymouth doesn’t rock is nearly complete…
Yes! The new demogrifier Calvin is builing is nearly complete…
Dang, the demotivation I feel about looking for stuff on craigslist is nearly complete.
*to the voice of the Emperor*
Yes, but this one isn’t fully operational. Unless it’s a home for squirrels.
BEHOLD THE POWER OF THIS FULLY-OPERATIONAL SQUIRREL HOUSE!
I find your lack of squirrel costume disturbing.
I would look silly in a squirrel costume.
You Suck at Craigslist: The Movie
Sam “Sparky” Evening (Joel McHale) and his wife Janet “Sparky” Evening (Kristen Schaal) are abject morons with no social skills, no common sense, no punctuation, an indeterminate number of cats, and a penchant for nick-nacks and get-rich-quick schemes. Their life mostly consists of purchasing useless broken things and accidentally having them shipped to their irate “Scottish” neighbor, Colin McCreegan (George Takei) because Sam refuses to memorize their apartment number.
As expected, they’re running out of money, and when their landlord (Rick Moranis) tries to have them thrown out of their overflowing apartment, a friend (Wil Wheaton) introduces them to Craigslist. After a series of false starts due to vague descriptions and inappropriate photos, Janet’s insistence on leaving all prospective merchandise in the street so people can see it when they’re not home, and Sam’s insistence that selling something for $5 means he has to pay the buyer $5, it takes off. Suddenly, their house is clean (plus or minus the cats), they’re entertaining a “conceptual life artist” and non-bathing enthusiast trying to hitchhike to India (Owen Wilson, phoning it in via a phone attached to the back of posed cardboard cutouts of himself), and they’re teaching all their neighbors (including a bigoted cat lady played by Ellen DeGeneres, a university professor played by Dwayne Johnson, a local musclehead played by Verne Troyer, a Turrets-sufferer played by Jason Statham, a broken-car enthusiast played by Anne Hathaway) the merits of buying and selling on Craiglist.
All is well until Sam and Janet are approached by Walter (Mark Wahlberg), a fellow idiot who’s actually been buying most of their stuff, and learn that he’s now in major trouble with his evil German boss (Antonio Banderas) for selling an evil shape-changing gravity-defying weapon (disguised as a floating red chair Walter accidentally claimed was blue) to a Mr. Yashima (David Tennant). The interpid band of deluded explorers then travel to England, the last reported destination of Mr. Yashima, where their efforts are thwarted by a series of stuffy English butlers (all played by Alan Davies), a pathologically unhelpful cab driver (Tom Baker), and the ghost of Oscar Wilde (Stephen Fry). Meanwhile, the news of the amazing levitation device has reached the ears of the hard-boiled National Security Advisor (Clint Eastwood), who demands that the President (Jon Stewart) do something about it, threatening to create an international incident with the British Prime Minister (David Mitchell) and HIS national security advisor (Olivia Coleman), and also the President of France (Rowan Atkinson) thanks to an accidental wrong number.
Will Sam and Janet Evening meet the stranger, Mr. Yashima, and get the chair back before the evil German kills them all (by accident)? Does Mr. Yashima even know what he has? Is this all a huge social engineering experiment being conducted by the shadowy Dr. Diapopolous? (Jackie Chan) Will Sam and Janet and friends be devoured by Not-a-Lions in Hyde Park? Will Toronto’s CN tower be digitally inserted into all the cityscapes to amuse Canadian viewers? Will the director accidentally lose finished action setpieces and replace them with self-sweded versions? Featuring Morgan Freeman as the voice of the llama/God-thing. Directed by Terry Gilliam.
I’d go and see that.*
*This may not actually be true.
“needs engine”
Reminds me of when some mechanics were standing around a car, talking, and pointing at wher the engine should have been. I walked up, looked under the hood and said matter of factly,”What’s the matter, won’t it start?” The looks I got were fantastic, and one of them almost fell over.
I got in trouble with these mechanics once for diagnosing a problem on a bus. “That’s not the driver’s job.”
So I figured next time i get a flat tire I would just call them up and tell them, “My bus is pulling real hard to the left, can you come fix it?”
Bummer, I tried 4 times to get the edit to save with corrections, and it wouldn’t.
“where”, “I”, and “got”.
$600 for this pile of avocado Bondo® canvas poo? I find it truly fitting that the pictures were taken on 9/11. Lest we never forget the Fury II….
Why Plymouth decided to go on to manufacture the Fury III I have NO IDEA*. The Fury III was my first car—handed down to me by my parents after their 10 year stint with it (and it was a lovely avocado green as well). I drove it off the highway in a snowstorm traveling back up to college in DeKalb, IL one night. Sheered off the whole transmission.
I think I heard it say, “Ouch!” as it hit the snowy ditch.
It was traded in for a yellow Super Beetle. Score!
*come to think of it, I believe my Fury III was a 1968. So I’m betting Sparky either has the year wrong on this, or the model wrong.
My sister, through a series of events we were never able to replicate, was backing out of the driveway and managed to get the back bumper of her first car hooked around a fencepost (we had a chain-link fence running around the property) in such a way that we had to wait until Dad got home to get it loose. I think he ended up taking the bumper completely off.
The first picture makes it looks like this car was in a fire. A furry with a singe on the top?
Well, as long as the pudding was not on fire…
Ralph. The pun. Ow.
Is it minty?
I’m not sure.
Dare you to lick it.
Looks less furry and more moldy to me
So here I am trying to think of legitimate ways to make some extra money and sparky has found the answer for me. All I need to do is go out in the woods, find any old abandoned wreck with no title, no motor, no transmission and a furry body and sell it for 600 bucks on craigslist. Easy peasy. And of course, with a no returns policy it won’t be my problem when the idiot who buys it discovers he can’t get it licensed.
So by demo do they mean demonstration or demolition?
Yes.
Hammy, maybe now you’ll stop chaising furrys. Punchity Punch Punch!
Good Morning, Joe Frazer!