Plastic drawers
Set of plastic drawers few signs of wee plus it’s free come and get there 2 of them !!!
Oh boy. I’m going to close my eyes and go to my happy homonym place now.
“Few signs of Wii.”
No one has ever put a Nintendo console in this drawer.
“Few signs of Whee!”
No one has ever ridden a roller coaster in this drawer.
“Few signs of Oui.”
No one has ever stuffed a French person into this drawer.
Much better.
Thanks for the post, Peter!
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[tries Jedi mind trick in mirror]
This is one of those wally*world-like plastic gizmo with one or more sliding storage bins.
That they have little we[ar] from use.
That being because they were assembled with sparkii-level of attention to the assembly instructions.
Which is why they still contain two near-pristene packages of Depens.
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Little Signs of Wee
-darting eyes
-uncomfortable expression
-fidgeting
-funny dances/funny walks
-geometric progression of decline in worry about socially-necessary conformist actions
-strange jugs along highway
-bunched up rugs and carpets
Little Signs of Wee is my Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark cover band.
Plastic drawers = Betsy Wetsy’s wee-stained underwear.
Chester again?
Also see this
this
and these.
Ah, those darn plastic drawers always urinate submissively when confronted by a large wood armwar.
She said “wood”.
WWW, this “post” was made for you.
If it’s for free, then it’s for me, unless it’s got wee.
Also for sale:
Generally unstained clothes.
Rusty but probably clean kitchen knives.
An oven with a mostly functional pilot light.
“I’m a Yankee-doodle-dandy,
I’ve got a Frenchman in a drawer.
A real, live, nephew of my Uncle Sam
Couldn’t make it to the ‘can’.
I keep my Yankee-doodle handy,
It’s my Yankee-doodle joy….”
-with apologies to George M. Cohen.
Sparky trudged back into his living room and collapsed into his recliner. His dream was over now, destined to never go beyond the testing stages. Through a veil of tears he gazed at the napkin from the local Denny’s where he had carefully done his calculations and drawn a dancing sunflower, its cheerfully upturned petals now seeming to mock his misery.
With a groan he levered himself out of the chair, allowing the napkin to flutter to the floor like the first leaf of autumn. It was time to get rid of the evidence on CraigsList, to break apart his beloved project like a double popsicle. He would put the plastic drawers up first; the improvised seats that had seemed so perfect for the job in the harsh light of Wal-Mart were now stained with shame and other more tangible substances.
His wife had been right all along – man was not meant to build a rocket-powered roller coaster in his backyard.
No, man was mean to build a rocket-powered roller coaster in his basement—next to the cabin cruiser and carousel.
Man has a pretty roomy basement.
Man needs a man-cave for all his man-crap so the Almighty Beautiful Goddess Wife folk ain’t gotta look at his man-shit.
So says the Monkey.
HAIL MONKEY!
A roomy basement but teeny tiny thresholds.
Man is always getting himself into something.
Firstly, this must be code – for what I’ve no idea. Secondly, perhaps this explains the wee? http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CQ5SLKNOow4
That was funny but so unrealistic. I’ve traveled through many European countries and have never seen a man queue for a port-a-potty. Of course, I always budget travel, and have seen many ghastly things.
Tig, that was so good I had to share it on Facebook! 8)
Sparky’s Theorem: The state of the U.S. economy is inversely proportional to the grossness of things people attempt to recycle on CraigsList.
Well, ain’t that a pisser.
Trying to be the wizz-kid of puns?
I know, it’s a little jupenile.
Y’all are just leaking funny today. You’re number 1!
And saints be praised, no signs o’ the wee folk e’re near me drawer.
Beginning to read this post, I rejoiced upon seeing drawers spelled correctly…twice! I forgave the lack of punctuation when I spotted signs spelled correctly as well. I said to myself, “Madame Eyebrows, the Spark family’s Craigslist savvy is improving! They are not posting that they have draws that sing.” Woohoo!
Continued reading proved my celebration a wee bit premature. They’re really out there with their fall from grace.
Sparky clearly has one of these.
I think those are opaque.
They may not have started out that way.
I really truly hope they meant “a few signs of wear” and were foiled by autocorrect rather than selling their used Depends.
Hey, you two! Digi and Archie! Outta the box. What do you think this is, a bed and breakfast box? Punchity Punch Punch!
Good Morning, Wee Willie!