Post 518: Craptastic

I dont always go to yard sales, but when I do, I go to this one

post 518 yard sale

Friday Saturday and Sunday End of block on via las [location] April 13, 14 15

Fabrics, for the sewers, Great deals on yards, starting at $1/yard, $2/ and $3/yard. Lots and lots of crap, lots of good stuff too, but mostly a bunch of crap. So much crap you didnt know you needed. Clothes mens, women-

Gee, I’ve always joked about avoiding yard sales because I don’t have room for another yard. I never thought that could really be a thing. I could go just to see these clothes mens and the women, apparently for sale.

The biggest question I have is, considering the crap involved, is that a place for sewers (pipes to take the crap away) or sewers (people who sew)?

Considering it’s my local CL, either may apply.

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Post 517: High-priced Cup Holder

F350 King Ranch Dully – $23
Cowboy Cadillac – Everything about this truck screams work, and fun. You can pull anything you want with this truck for work or pleasure. It is a 6.0 diesel with the King Ranch interior, after market stereo with DVD player, Sunroof, all automatic windows, seat warmers, 5th wheel hitch, plus toe package, and for your comfort rear air bags to pump up or down for an easy ride while pulling. There are to many other options to list. New tires within the last 6 months.

This truck has been babied and please only serious inquires please.

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Post 516: Don’t Rock the Duck

In the Lake District around Sparkyville, there’s a legend about the mysterious Rocking Duck. According to the old tales, the Rocking Duck would come out of the mists in the fall and tell the migrating ducks if the lake was a safe place to land and rest. If the duck didn’t trust the scent of the air, it would quack out a warning and disappear. The only way to prevent this was to bath regularly and to put a collection of hand carved rocking ducks on the water. This would lull the Rocking Duck into a sense of security and it would quietly rock back into the mists, leaving the hunters to slaughter the flocks that came to land. Sniff. It’s a great story, isn’t it? Continue reading