Post 421: Noise, Noise, Noise!

Here we are in the middle of September in the middle of the week and in the middle of a spate of classic YSaC style entries. Nothing as exciting as Roofers! Roofers! Roofers! Or Doctor of Naturopathy. It’s not even FeatherFoot, a true story. It’s simply this. Continue reading

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Post 419: Tut, Tut.

WTFS Anchor Person: Breaking News –- Sparkyville Archeologists have entered the abandoned tract home, rumored to be the burial place of Tut McSparky, hundredaire and creator of the Can of Beans on a Stick. This tomb has been sealed for weeks now, and reporter NinjaChow is one of the first people to enter it. NC, What are you seeing? Continue reading

Post 381: A Classic Never Goes Out of Style

Because people can be predictable, I checked my local Craigslist for the word “bowel”. I did see a couple instances where the word was not used in connection with tableware. Thank you, Squatty Potty, for that new development. However, enough misuse existed to be worth the search. Continue reading

Post 252: Virtual Cleanliness is Next to the Propane Cylinder

We have a long-standing tradition in the Sparky Shaming world of misunderstanding terms used for various vehicles sold as parts. Or given away as a unit. We had a minty shell and van that had no reverse. We had The Grand Cherokee of the Beast. A Mustang that went zooom in the night. A VW Golf with a smashed in front that still worked perfectly. And one of my favorites, ads for the same make of car all spelled differently: HYUNDIA/hunday/HUYNDAY. Continue reading