The Beauty that is Craigslist

stopwatch

Family
Jul 11, 2008
106
0
16
32
In transition
Oh Bountiful Wireless Connection,

Today I praise you for your glorious creation, craigslist. That fruitful site of perfection. Where else could I buy a TV, its stand, a set of computer speaker and a DVD player off a homeward-bound Bulgarian only given two days to move. For fifty bucks.

I give you honor, oh glorious, visionary and localized fountain of items and answers. Two days ago I was unable to play halo or watch Warrior Ninja, but you have put a new remote in my hands. You even provided the A/V cables. Who could not praise you, oh provider of needs.

Amen.
 

possessedblanket

Noob a little less
Jul 23, 2008
43
0
6
36
NC
I give you honor, oh glorious, visionary and localized fountain of items and answers. Two days ago I was unable to play halo or watch Warrior Ninja, but you have put a new remote in my hands. You even provided the A/V cables. Who could not praise you, oh provider of needs.

Amen.
Yes. Ninja Warrior is a great show. We should play Halo sometime. Do you have Xbox Live?
 

Blood

Crimson Kunoichi
Founder
Mar 11, 2008
985
2
66
34
Seattle, WA
Craigslist ftw!!

I mostly just go there to lust after the animals for adoption, but a few times I've sold shit.
Like i am currently selling a fancy smancy 700 dollar projector and I'm thinking about putting my 55 gallon fish tank up too for lack of room.

Ahh i love that place...the personals are the best though..especially the tranny ones.
 

stopwatch

Family
Jul 11, 2008
106
0
16
32
In transition
Craigslist ftw!!

I mostly just go there to lust after the animals for adoption, but a few times I've sold shit.
Like i am currently selling a fancy smancy 700 dollar projector and I'm thinking about putting my 55 gallon fish tank up too for lack of room.

Ahh i love that place...the personals are the best though..especially the tranny ones.
Ah, a fellow parishioner.

Any fav items you care to share?
 

Blood

Crimson Kunoichi
Founder
Mar 11, 2008
985
2
66
34
Seattle, WA
Ah, a fellow parishioner.

Any fav items you care to share?
Yes..
need a female companion 4 anything


"I need female at least 18 and no more than 50 years old to spend the day with this summer. I prefer for them to live near Penn Square Mall. If not, then at least somewhere I can ride the city bus to meet them. I also prefer for them to be a city bus rider. One other thing: ABSOLUTELY NO MALES, GUYS, NOR BOYS!!!!!!!!! If you are a male, then I will not answer your reply. I hope this does not creep or offend anybody. Thank you."
 

stopwatch

Family
Jul 11, 2008
106
0
16
32
In transition
Yes..
need a female companion 4 anything


"I need female at least 18 and no more than 50 years old to spend the day with this summer. I prefer for them to live near Penn Square Mall. If not, then at least somewhere I can ride the city bus to meet them. I also prefer for them to be a city bus rider. One other thing: ABSOLUTELY NO MALES, GUYS, NOR BOYS!!!!!!!!! If you are a male, then I will not answer your reply. I hope this does not creep or offend anybody. Thank you."
HAHAHA. Wow. And she delivers.
 

Blood

Crimson Kunoichi
Founder
Mar 11, 2008
985
2
66
34
Seattle, WA
Oh man i love this one...i too have a Minotaur that resides in the apartment above me.



To the Minotaur that lives above me.



First off, I must say that I admire your courage. It must be hard living in the world today as a lady-beast. Society judges, oh lord do they ever.

With that said, let’s get down to business. Over the past year, we've had a funny sort of relationship, you and I. When I first moved into the place, it was rather peaceful. It was an exciting time in my life, as it was the first time I would be living by myself. Then came the day that I first heard it. What did I hear you ask? It was sound of your hooves galloping across the hardwood floors of your living room. At the time I thought, “No big deal, surely it can’t always be like this.” Oh was I wrong. It turned out that every time I was at home, you would be up there, stomping around, like the wild lady-beast that you are.

After a few weeks, I determined through a process of elimination, that you are in fact, a Minotaur. It only makes sense.

FACT. Minotaurs have hooves, and that’s sure as hell what it sounds like is hitting the floor when you gallop around.

FACT. A Minotaur posses great strength, the kind of strength that can be felt by a guy laying on his couch, trying to get into a good book. The kind of strength that shakes the dishes in his cupboards. The kind of strength that can wake a guy out of a dead sleep, EVERY FRICKIN MORNING. I didn’t even need to set an alarm clock to wake up in the morning. Instead I wake up to THUMP THUMP THUMP. THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP. THUMP THUMP THUMP. I’m not a light sleeper by any means; I sleep right through the viscously loud police, fire truck, and ambulance sirens every night. I was lying there one morning, frustrated, counting the trips you took between your bedroom and your bathroom. 17. 17 god forsaken trips between the bedroom and the bathroom. Really? Are you kidding me? What could you possibly be doing?

FACT. Minotaurs are half bull. Bulls are aggressive when taunted. Apparently, the time I went upstairs, politely introduced myself, and asked you rather nicely to please quit stomping around, was a taunt. That’s when you got aggressive. You called the landlord and told him that I was complaining about your noise. When he told me about this, he said his response to your complaint was, “Quit making so much noise then.” Brilliant. Go Mr. Landlord! I tried keeping him out of this, but you felt it important to drag him into it.

After a few more weeks of you recklessly stomping around, I made another attempt at a civil confrontation. It failed. It failed because you stomped your way to the door, and you didn’t open it when you saw who was standing there. I know this because I heard your hooves clippity-clop their way to the door. Way to avoid confrontation.

To my surprise, the stomping ceased the next day, and I awoke to peace. “Amazing,” I thought, “It must be a midsummer miracle!!” A few days passed, and I ran into my landlord in the entry way. He mentioned that he received another angry phone call from you. Said that you felt threatened by my confrontations, said I scared you. Strange, since not once did I ever raise my voice or try to be anything but civil. He then mentioned that he told you to buy some slippers to wear around your apartment. Genius! It freakin worked!! Hell yea, Mr Landlord! High five!

Fast forward 11 months. The stomping has returned. No doubt in my mind the hooves have worn through the delicate fabrics of the slippers and are now, once again, banging against your hardwood floors.

Please, for the love of sweet baby jesus, run down to the local Target and purchase yourself another pair of hoof mufflers. I know you can run with those strong legs of yours, probably real fast like! Target downtown is all of 10 blocks away. Go Minotaur, go! Overcome the odds, society is watching! (and judging)

 

stopwatch

Family
Jul 11, 2008
106
0
16
32
In transition
Oh man i love this one...i too have a Minotaur that resides in the apartment above me.



To the Minotaur that lives above me.



First off, I must say that I admire your courage. It must be hard living in the world today as a lady-beast. Society judges, oh lord do they ever.

With that said, let’s get down to business. Over the past year, we've had a funny sort of relationship, you and I. When I first moved into the place, it was rather peaceful. It was an exciting time in my life, as it was the first time I would be living by myself. Then came the day that I first heard it. What did I hear you ask? It was sound of your hooves galloping across the hardwood floors of your living room. At the time I thought, “No big deal, surely it can’t always be like this.†Oh was I wrong. It turned out that every time I was at home, you would be up there, stomping around, like the wild lady-beast that you are.

After a few weeks, I determined through a process of elimination, that you are in fact, a Minotaur. It only makes sense.

FACT. Minotaurs have hooves, and that’s sure as hell what it sounds like is hitting the floor when you gallop around.

FACT. A Minotaur posses great strength, the kind of strength that can be felt by a guy laying on his couch, trying to get into a good book. The kind of strength that shakes the dishes in his cupboards. The kind of strength that can wake a guy out of a dead sleep, EVERY FRICKIN MORNING. I didn’t even need to set an alarm clock to wake up in the morning. Instead I wake up to THUMP THUMP THUMP. THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP. THUMP THUMP THUMP. I’m not a light sleeper by any means; I sleep right through the viscously loud police, fire truck, and ambulance sirens every night. I was lying there one morning, frustrated, counting the trips you took between your bedroom and your bathroom. 17. 17 god forsaken trips between the bedroom and the bathroom. Really? Are you kidding me? What could you possibly be doing?

FACT. Minotaurs are half bull. Bulls are aggressive when taunted. Apparently, the time I went upstairs, politely introduced myself, and asked you rather nicely to please quit stomping around, was a taunt. That’s when you got aggressive. You called the landlord and told him that I was complaining about your noise. When he told me about this, he said his response to your complaint was, “Quit making so much noise then.†Brilliant. Go Mr. Landlord! I tried keeping him out of this, but you felt it important to drag him into it.

After a few more weeks of you recklessly stomping around, I made another attempt at a civil confrontation. It failed. It failed because you stomped your way to the door, and you didn’t open it when you saw who was standing there. I know this because I heard your hooves clippity-clop their way to the door. Way to avoid confrontation.

To my surprise, the stomping ceased the next day, and I awoke to peace. “Amazing,†I thought, “It must be a midsummer miracle!!†A few days passed, and I ran into my landlord in the entry way. He mentioned that he received another angry phone call from you. Said that you felt threatened by my confrontations, said I scared you. Strange, since not once did I ever raise my voice or try to be anything but civil. He then mentioned that he told you to buy some slippers to wear around your apartment. Genius! It freakin worked!! Hell yea, Mr Landlord! High five!

Fast forward 11 months. The stomping has returned. No doubt in my mind the hooves have worn through the delicate fabrics of the slippers and are now, once again, banging against your hardwood floors.

Please, for the love of sweet baby jesus, run down to the local Target and purchase yourself another pair of hoof mufflers. I know you can run with those strong legs of yours, probably real fast like! Target downtown is all of 10 blocks away. Go Minotaur, go! Overcome the odds, society is watching! (and judging)

Interesting. I wonder if this is the person who lived in my apartment before me...
 

dunamis

Oh, I see.
Founder
Mar 16, 2008
96
0
6
32
zorachus.net
I sold my 360 on craigslist and also bought a couch on craigslist from a couple of Australians. I like it quite a bit better than eBay.