Oh gee, I wonder why on earth we would think you were talking about people who were possibly financially challenged? :rolleyes:
And then you stuck this little part in there. It’s rather incongruous, what with all of the other “beaters”, “broke-ass cars”, plunk down some newspaper ad money" whines you had going on.
Perhaps we would have, or could have had you been clear that you were talking about junk cars. You were neither clear, nor speaking only of junk cars. (at least where I come from a Benz isn’t a “beater”.
I’ve written a letter to the City of Indianapolis, proposing you be made the Junky Shit Sales Czar. You can ride in the next Thanksgiving Day parade, waving to the crowds with your toilet plunger as you ride perched atopt the back seat of a 1974 Impala convertible - one with a cracked windshield, stained upholstery, plenty of rust, and dragging its muffler.
What about decals in the car window like for AAA or a little graphic with the logo of your favorite rock band? I’m assuming that they are ok. You could argue that they are semi-permanent but would a AAA sticker be ok if it was taped onto the window.
What if it was a really big sticker or sign but not a For Sale sign? Is size the issue? If size is the issue, is window tinting ok which is sort of like a really large sticker/sign.
Is it the subject matter? If so, then what about the lettering on some widows that advertise on a business vehicle like for a maid service or something?
What if it were a sign saying “Hey, fuck off for reading this!” What font would be acceptable? And would the wrongful party be the one that posted it, or the one that reads it?
Based on the OP, I suspect he’d be equally offended by not only the message, but by the sign itself.
I’m calling shennanigans. This is either a joke thread, or the OP is so destitute that he can spend his free time with an internet connection and a paid membership to complain about this shit.
I only hope I can learn from him. Teach me, O Master, the ways of elitisim!
What really burns me up are these complete idiots who take out ads in newspapers to sell their cars! The mother fuckers! Jesus H. Christ! I buy newspapers for news. I want to know what is happening across town. I want to know what’s happening in the state. I want to know what the president is doing. I want to know about the weather. I want to read the comics. I want to know what the city council is doing. How is my team doing? Is Dear Abby giving any better advice? How’s happening in Iraq? Are far is Israel pushing into Lebanon? Are my stocks going up? Down? Where is the Dow? Sure, you can get all of this on the Net, but I like my good o’ newspaper.
What I don’t want to read are car ads. I’ve already got a car, for crissake. And if I want to go a newer used one, I can just drive around town and look at the signs. Idiots.
I guess I’m not communicating effectively. I guess you guys are so used to grime and shit hanging down everywhere, smoke in your face and well drinks down your throat (FUCKIN’ DRUNK DRIVERS ran over an AN ANT, well who gives a FUCK?), that you don’t see how this city is being FUCKIN’ TRASHED?! Meridian Street used to be the pride of the whole goddamn city, but now there are beaters everywhere (subject of the OP, DUH!), crumbling old mansions with old ladies staring out the windows with nothing in their eye sockets, goddamn “gentlemen’s clubs” in the 2500 block (EQUALS = WHORES), and do you know how many people were shot here over the weekend? Like 6, mutherfuckers! Is this fuckin’ DODGE CITY, with all the lawlessness of that city? Will Monument Circle be the OK Corrall?
The falcons may pick a worm, but it is all your fault if this city falls down like Babel.
Well just hang on a few years until the hood becomes gentrified, then you can remodel a crumbling old mansion, become the president of the neighborhood association and be the head asshole in charge.
Just watch out for the pink flamingos and keep those damn kids off your lawn.
You know, I was wondering just the other day what the Five Man Electrical Band was up to.
Anyhow, Aeschines has touched a nerve, nay, plucked a heartstring in this poster. First thing tomorrow, I’m writing a fat check to Ants Against Drunk Driving (I think they merged recently with Ants Against Sober Driving and Ants Against Heavy Shoes). As for his other complaints…
(1) Between the mansions containing old ladies and the clubs containing whores, I mean WHORES, and the insufficiently shiny and new cars, maybe Meridian street just isn’t the best place for a bright, clean young man to ply his chosen trade of selling classified ads.
(2) Dodge City is a different place entirely. It’s in Kansas. The OK Corral is in yet another place called Tombstone, Arizona. Monument Circle would be a good place for a corral, but what’s the use? Somebody would just stick a FOR SALE sign on a horse, and then you’re back to square one.
(3) Since it made so little sense, I thought the “falcon may pick a worm” line must be a literary allusion, but apparently it’s just gibberish. Too bad.
(4) The ruination of Babel largely stemmed from the foolish pride its builder/citizens devoted to their city. You’d never see an '89 Civic parked in somebody’s yard with a FOR SALE sign in the window in that town, you can bet. Toward the end, of course, signs of any type were kind of problematic.
Yes, ladies and gentlemen, it’s true. The thin edge of the wedge that ends with the complete breakdown of society in our inner cities is, in fact…PEOPLE SELLING THEIR CARS!!!
Sure you are. Let me tell you. It’s funny as all heck.
I am, but only because I live in a cave. FYI the guano doesn’t “hang” so much as it just falls.
I like my well drinks. City water contains too much flouride and just look what it’s done to you. Also I prefer my drinks rare. Well drinks taste too much like steam and pain.
Beaters? I thought this wasn’t about poor people I don’t know many wealthy people with beaters.
Maybe you should check if they even know that their beaters are for sale. Being eyeless, they may not have any clue.
I know what you mean. Gentlemans clubs lead to whores which lead to Richard Gere/Julia Roberts movies, and none of us want that now do we? Unless I’m wrong about your sentence. Do gentlemans clubs = whores or do equals = whores?
It’s a fine day for pontooning. Now where is the microfilm?