Earlier today I posted an entry which comprised a series of ads I’d seen on a popular commercial website that features “wanted” and “for sale” ads, like Craigslist. It made my morning, I’ll tell you that. Ever the glutton for a good thing, I went back. Yes, I did. And found more gut-spilling treasures. Now I can’t keep these to myself. How can I?
For those time you need to work out your umm, bowels. I think.
I feel a little guilty for finding this funny. Well no, not really.
I know lots of people who love a strengthy dog.
I think this is expecting too much. This is not even a cute table. I don’t see myself hugging this. And really, I don’t think the chairs will get along with my papier mache floor lamp either.
Crackers put the fun in funeral, don’t you know?
I know this is a sly matrimonial ad for a motercycle. I just know it.
Good to know, good to know.
Okay I’m interested. WHAT THE FUCK IS IT? Oh wait. Yes. It’s a pink goose with a rubber ball on its head. Sure, I’ll take one.
I am not musically inclined but I do not think this is a cello. However, I cannot resist power stairing.
I don’t know what to say anymore.
Pigeons cross with lions, apparently. Do you wants, lover?
I must ask what will become of the unconcealed 1/4 bottoms of these gentlemen?