Re: Funny "TLC needed" boat ads on Craigslist.
3rd back in that pix has a windshield I could use........ Wonder if there's any tin in that stack of 25? Or even better OLD tin....
The trailer stacked on top of that Glastron GT/GX doesn't bode well for it's condition, but we glassers laugh in the face of fubar glass & rotten wood coring :facepalm:
Wait, is this a 25 or nothing sale?
A local towing company is offering for sale 25 non-running boats with trailers, and without any papers. Make an offer for this great opportunity. Call Antonio
Yikes...... I'm going to have nightmares now :faint2:
[Scene 1, Act 1]
-------->>>>>>>>> {Ringing telephone} <<<<<<<<<---------------------
The Admiral:
Hello
The tow yard:
Yes, is John there?
The Admiral:
No, who's calling?
The tow yard:
The tow yard that sold him 25 boats yesterday. He needs to come pick them up by Friday this week, is that possible?
------>>>>> {a THUD is heard}<<<<<-----
The tow yard:
Hello, ma'am?
The tow yard (in a slightly panic stricken voice):
Are you still there? Um? Ma'am? Hello?
~~~<<<<<Cue the PinkFloyd Young Lust phone call hone:>>>~~~
[Scene 2, Act 1] ~~~~~~~ approximately an hour later ~~~~~~~~
-------->>>>>>>>> {Ringing telephone} <<<<<<<<<---------------------
The Admiral (groggy ~ still dizzy from hitting her head on the table after passing out in Scene 1, Act 1):
hheellllooo?
The tow yard (again):
Yes, hello, we seem to have been disconnected.... This is the tow yard calling again, is John there?
The Admiral (fully aware & in complete command of her facilties):
I'm sorry, he doesn't live here anymore.....
------>>>>> {shot of phone slamming down onto countertop and a loud audible 'click'} <<<<----------
:fish:
[Scene 1, Act 2] ~~~~~
pre-dawn, the next day ~~~~~~~~~
------->>>>>>>> {a car w/out it's lights on, slowly pulls to a stop at an abandoned coal mine's reclamation pit (now full from snow melt run off)} <<<<<<--------
The Admiral exits the driver's side of the car, peering out across the slick black water, mist rising from it's inky surface............................
Slowly, she approaches the rear of the vehicle, and furtively raises the trunk lid...............................
The Admiral (thinking aloud):
Well, CARP, I should have used a meat cleaver 1st..... I'll never drag him out of the trunk rolled up in the kitchen area rug. Stuffing the big rug wrapped galoot looking like an overweight burrito in there was tough enough..............
Yeah, ok, so I'm rolled up in a blood soaked carpet in the trunk, what of it?
:rip:
It's not exactly a surprise ending, now is it??
Good night, gentle readers. MBS sufferers, sleep w/ 1 eye open & be exceptionally good to your Admiral this holiday season............
