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19 05 2009

ikea couch with small pee stains (falls church)

Date: 2009-05-19, 2:27PM EDT

Hi everyone, I have a couch we got from Ikea a while back but since then it has accumulated some stains, some of which are dog pee stains and some cat scratches on the sides. Other than that the couch is in great condition, no one sits on it because of the pee stains lol so it’s still really firm and not missing any legs or anything. If you threw an old blanket over it or something it would be a perfect chill couch. Thanks for looking. peace

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* Location: falls church
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Hmm, I wonder if it’s still available. I’m sure my wife would love to have a free couch.



I wanted to talk to you, but I had to…

7 05 2009

I wanted to talk to you, but I had to take a shit – m4w
Date: 2009-02-26, 9:06PM EST

Have you ever been just minding your own business, when all of a sudden, you realize that you have to take a shit really bad? Well that’s what happened to me this morning.

It was around 8 AM today (Thursday) when I was sitting on Metro North and got that horrible feeling. I wasn’t even sure I’d make it to Grand Central. Unfortunately, taking a shit on the train was out of the question. Have you ever seen a Metro North bathroom? My only choice was to sit there an pretend nothing was a matter.

After what felt like an eternity, I finally arrived at Grand Central. I made my way to the front of the train so I wouldn’t have to deal with all the people on the platform when I got off. It was at this time that I realized that taking a shit in Grand Central was also out of the question. I think there is probably about a 75% chance that you’ll get hepatitis if you try to take a shit in Grand Central. My only choice was to try to make it to my luxury Chelsea office where we actually have sanitary bathrooms.

Now it’s probably about 8:10. As I’m running down the stairs into the subway, I notice the downtown 4-5-6 platform is exceptionally crowded. The conductor of the 5 train announces that the 5 train is out of service, and all passengers must leave the train. It must be Murphy’s Law in action.

I walked across the platform to get on the downtown 6 train when I saw you standing next to me. You were probably about average height for a girl, brown hair, black or dark blue jacket, green skirt, brown boots, and a great smile.

ON ANY OTHER DAY, I would have swept you off your feet. If you were to ask any of my girlfriends in the last few years, they would probably tell you that I just came up to them on the street, in a book store, in the subway, etc, and said, “Hi,” before proceding to charm the a smile out of them. But today was not my day. There was no way I could have confidently talked to you while at the same time pretending nothing was wrong with my bowels.

Anyway, we both got on a very crowded 6 train. I was holding on to the pole for dear life, and you were holding on to the same pole standing across from me. I’m 5′11″, brown hair, athletic build, and I was wearing jeans, a blueish t-shirt, and a black jacket. I think you got off at 28th St, but I was in no state of mind to keep track. It could have been 33rd or 23rd.

When I finally reached my office, I ran up 4 flights of stairs (because I couldn’t wait for the elevator) and made a beeline to the bathroom, unzipping my pants as I opened the door. I swear, if I had been delayed by even a second because I tried to get your number in the subway, I would have had to call someone to bring my some new clothes. I barely had my pants down when it forced itself out. I ended up using entire industrial sized roll of toilet paper. You have no idea how raw my ass felt after using that much 1-ply sandpaper-toilet paper. I think the toilet itself is in therapy now.

***Summary***

You:
Took downtown 6 from Grand Central
Brown hair
Black (or other dark color) jacket
Green skirt
Brown boots

Me:
5′11″
Athletic build
Dark blue jeans
Blueish t-shirt
Black jacket
Normally extremely confident
Fears public bathrooms

* Location: Downtown 6 from Grand Central
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There’s nothing worse than feeling the urge when you’re in New York City. Thankfully I know a nice clean cafe on Broadway in SoHo. It’s across from the Kenneth Cole store if you happen to be there and need to go badly.



To the woman that crapped in my car…

28 01 2009

To the woman that crapped in my car… (NE Portland)
Reply to: pers-1007823954@craigslist.org [?]
Date: 2009-01-25, 8:53PM PST

We met on Craigslist so I am hoping that this post finds you. I know that it could quite possibly be the most humiliating first date that you have ever been on, but I am willing to look past that.

I thought we had chemistry sitting at McMenamins sharing that basket of Cajun Tots while drinking the Terminator Stout. I really felt like there was a connection there. I found you to be intelligent and witty and looked forward to further conversation with you.

At some point in life, everyone has gambled on a fart and lost. It just happened to be on a first date in the passenger seat of my car. Please don’t feel bad. The package I sent you with Pepto the next day and the note that said “First dates are always a crap shoot. Call me” was meant to be funny, not offensive.

I have gambled on a fart and lost on multiple occasions. The first time I did it was very memorable. It happened when I was five and sitting on my uncle’s lap. I am lactose intolerant, but love cheese. I probably win 95% of the time, but I don’t think anyone wins 100% of the time. That’s why they call it “gambling”. I’m the last person to judge you for crapping your pants. In fact, I am impressed by your boldness. The timing on the other hand, could have been a tad bit better…like when you’re not sitting on a heated leather seat…

What I am trying to say is that if you want to go out again, I would be more than happy to take you someplace where we can get a meal that is high in fiber and less taxing on the digestive tract.

I await your call,
Tad

P.S. – If you shat yourself on purpose to end the evening early…Touché…

* Location: NE Portland
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PostingID: 1007823954

I really don’t know what to say. I don’t have to say anything witty, just that I’m glad I’m not dating.



Advertise on my bald head.

7 01 2009

ROFL!! Times are tough these days. Everyone has to find a way to make a buck!

advertise on my bald head – $100 (DC)
Reply to: sale-980137517@craigslist.org [?]
Date: 2009-01-04, 5:09PM EST

advertise on my bald head for $100 per day

* Location: DC
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PostingID: 980137517



Hmm, Cirque du Soleil or this bag?

11 11 2008

I was thinking about taking the woman to see Cirque du Soleil’s new show, KOOZA. It’s going on at the newly opened National Harbor. So as I was perusing Craigslist, I came across this ad:

“sex worker” bag for KOOZA tix
Reply to: sale-911050090@craigslist.org [?]
Date: 2008-11-08, 3:15PM EST

Bartering “sex worker” bag for Cirque du Solei KOOZA tix. The bag is a reclaimed man purse (Fast Company mag freebie). It’s hand painted. Spray paint stenciled. And supports Proposition K in Ca.

http://cierneharaburdie.blogspot.com/


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Now here’s my dilemma. Do I get the tickets and take my wife to Kooza or do I barter the tickets for this sweet bag?

Ok, I’m not trying to be a jerk, but why would someone in the DC area want a bag that supports nothing to do with them. Now you’re probably wondering what Proposition K is. If passed, prostitution would become legal. However, it was not passed.

I guess I’m supposed to look at it as a piece of art? Because to me that would be a hideous bag to carry around. The only place I might look cool with it, is at a laser tag place. On top of that, Proposition K did not pass. That’d be like me walking around with a John Kerry shirt on. I suppose people might but that’s pretty silly to me.

I guess I have I’ll have to make a pros and cons spreadsheet.



The Best ‘Psycho’ Ex-Girlfriend You’ve Ever Had?

24 10 2008

After a night out with friends, I often feel gleeful that I’m not a part of the dating scene anymore. Dating can be fun, but I like to avoid drama. It seems as though that’s all there is when I hear about friends and the dating scene. I can’t say that I hate any of my exes. I’m certainly glad I don’t have any ex-girlfriends like this.

Why I’ll be the Best ‘Psycho’ Ex-Girlfriend You’ve Ever Had!
Date: 2008-09-20, 12:46PM EDT

I know that all your ex-girlfriends are ‘psychos.’ I’ve heard all about them since hardly a day goes by that you don’t make some eye-rolling reference to ‘that crazy bitch’ who practically ruined your life and then went off and married some successful ‘douchebag’ leaving you to troll local college bars in search of no-strings-attached ass while she enjoys quiet weekends at home with her new in-laws in Connecticut. That selfish, cunt.

I know that you don’t think I could ever be as good of a ‘psycho ex’ as she was. But, I assure you. I can. I’ll be such a raving lunatic nutcase – you won’t even remember her when I’m through with you. Try me.

For starters – I am great in bed. Isn’t that how all the ‘crazy’ ones start out? You’ll meet me at some party through some friend of a friend of a friend who knows I have ‘whacko’ potential but will fail to mention this to the chain of people through whom we are introduced because…quite frankly, our friends don’t really care enough about either of us to keep our best interests in mind. Alternatively, they *do* have our best interests in mind but know that our dramatic personalities and overwhelming egos are forces too powerful for even the most friendly, logical advice. Thus, they abort all attempts to keep us apart and allow us to get drunk and grope each other publicly, shaking their heads all the while because..this shit is gonna’ blow up big time.

Meantime, we’ll already be upstairs, half undressed where you’ll be too drunk to censor yourself so you’ll make overly generous blubbering commentary about how ’sexy’ I am (as I knock into a table lamp with swanlike grace). You’ll also rave on and on about how I have the greatest tits you’ve ever seen and am ‘fucking amazing’ on all other fronts (as if I didn’t know). Compared to the four other chicks you’ve banged, this will be the best sex of your life. And as soon as we’re done, you’ll start forming a mental list of which buddies you are going to text message first about this while at the same time wondering if you could possibly spend the rest of your life with me.

In the sobering light of morning, you’ll forget that you wanted to spend the rest of your life with me and instead opt for a “two-night stand” but you’ll quickly realize that I am having none of that and somehow weasle my way into staying over, cooking breakfast and reading your newspaper. I will also have conveniently brought my toothbrush and some sanitary products which I quickly store in your bathroom cabinets since ‘I’m going to be spending a lot of time at your place.’ Your Maxim magazines will go from the top of the toilet to the bottom of the wastebasket because I find them ‘offensive’ and ‘immature.’

Later that day, you’ll log onto Facebook and find out that I’m ‘in a relationship’…with you. Yay! At first, you’ll think it’s creepy but then (due to your inferiority complex) you’ll take it as a compliment and change your relationship status too.

Within an hour, you’ll receive 57 new notifications which indicate that I’ve commented on every photo in your album in which you appear with an unidentified female. Your relationships with these family members, college friends and co-workers will quickly disintegrate as you mistake my obsession for passion and declare your undying commitment to me and stop returning other people’s calls.

Friends will caution you but you’ll be too blinded by my mind-blowing felatio technique to notice anything. Besides, I’ve explained that they’re just jealous of our love. Together, our poor self images will have us each convinced that the other is cheating. We’ll fight about it all the time. Non-stop.

On our ‘good days’ we’ll shower each other with undeserved gifts and sexual favors and the accusatory banter will be minimal – though still prevalent.

Things will be going ‘pretty well’ for a while until one night your phone battery dies and you fall asleep early – forcing me into an incoherent panic. Six unreturned voicemails and text messages will lead me to believe only the worst – you ARE cheating on me! To confirm my suspicions, I will immediately log into all your personal accounts – since you are so technologically oblivious you left your passwords saved on my computer – and find a message to be mad about. It will likely be a harmless flirtation from a platonic friend who lives six states away that pushes me over the edge.

Unable to reach her or you – I will scramble into my car and drive barefoot to your apartment where I will ride up on the curb knocking over an unsuspecting potted plant. The commotion outside will rouse you from your slumber and you’ll stumble bleary- eyed to the window just in time to see me throw the car in reverse and plow into your beloved Huyndai Elantra.

In short order, the police will come, I will cry, you will shout, your landlord will evict you and your insurance company will drop you.
On the bright side, our names will be forever emblazoned together onto a county police report.

Despite all this, it will take another several months for you to come to your senses and break-up with me. Knowing that I am a ticking bomb, you will execute this in the kindest, most reasonable way possible. You will make every effort to lift my spirits by explaning that “It’s not you, it’s me.” and that “I deserve someone better.”

All this, to no avail. The only way you can truly be rid of me is to change your phone number and move across the country where you’ll make new friends and find a new insecure girlfriend to emotionally abuse for months until she finally reaches her psychological breaking point and throws a wine glass at you and storms out of a restaurant.

Everyone will be looking at you, dripping in Pinot Noir with an astonished look on your face. In your head you’ll be thinking, “Ha. That was nothing. You should see my Huyndai Elantra.”

And, that, is why I’ll be the best psycho ex-girlfriend you’ve ever had.

* Location: Dupont
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At least she knows who she is.



It’s true! Dogfish Head Alehouse is coming!

15 10 2008

OH SNAP! Now I don’t have to drive all they way to Seven Corners!

Dogfish Head Alehouse-Managers-New Location!(Fairfax,VA) (Chantilly)
Reply to: joe@dogfishalehouse.com [?]
Date: 2008-10-10, 11:40AM EDT

Looking for one plus year of experience running the front of the house to include front desk operations, bar operations, expo operations, guest relations and training and retention of front of the house staff. Will report to the General Manager of the restaurant.

* Location: Chantilly
* Compensation:
* Principals only. Recruiters, please don’t contact this job poster.
* Please, no phone calls about this job!
* Please do not contact job poster about other services, products or commercial interests.

PostingID: 873861732

My friends told me a rumor a few months ago that I did not believe was credible. It’s good to see that my doubt has been proven wrong. This news does not bode well for the temple that is my body. It’s on my way home from work! I just received an IM from my abs about how much time they’ve put in at the gym recently and that I should be more considerate of their hard work. My head also concurred. It stated that it does not like to be in physical pain on Friday and Saturday mornings. To them I say…



i need somebody to rent a car for me

27 08 2008

i need somebody to rent a car for me ill pay you – $150 (ronald reagan airport)
Reply to: sale-815253038@craigslist.org [?]
Date: 2008-08-27, 12:27PM EDT

i have a drivers license i turn 18 tomorrow but i have no credit card
nor does anybody round me
ill pay you the money to go get it and den 50 extra for doin it
please get at me
i really want to rent this car for my b day wekend i have crazy money
i jus dnt have a credit card and they dnt accept debit cards

This is priceless. This guy is a box of rocks. Whoever does it for him is…well, a bigger box of rocks.



Last minute shopping? Hard to find items? Are you Australian?

20 12 2007

Are you still trying to get last minute Christmas shopping done? Are you or someone you know Australian? Did you recently visit Australia and forget to buy people souvenirs? Is there someone on your list that seems to have everything and you don’t know what to get them? Do you really love Crocodile Dundee?

Now is your chance to get those hard to find items you’ve been looking for! Here we have an assortment of fine products from the Land Down Under. These were given to us as wedding gifts. We would keep all of this stuff, but coincidentally we already have everything! How crazy is that? People, stick with the registries! Things like this wouldn’t happen.

This box of goods is especially good for a couple. Forget that Tumi wallet from Nordstroms, we have a man’s and woman’s wallet made from quality Australian leather. Your money will feel safer in these. Plus I bet your wallet doesn’t have an outline of a continent on it. You have a pretty lame wallet.

There are matching boomerangs! They’re not cheap Nerf copies, these are the real fuckin deal. There are even matching little kangaroos! Kids love these.

If you haven’t already started e-mailing me about purchasing the entire box, there’s more!

Do you ever sit in your living room or family room and think, “This room needs something,” but you don’t know what that something is? GENUINE AUSTRALIAN TANNED KANGAROO SKIN!! Hello? Kangaroo skin! Put it under your side tables or under that wine rack. Looks great on that classic Naguchi table! Or you could even get creative in the bedroom. Wink, wink! I won’t get too graphic, but you know what I’m thinking. Roleplay! What man or woman doesn’t get horned up seeing their partner draped in nothing but kangaroo skin? (Notice, I said partner because these are great for gays too!)

So if you’re contemplating buying this stuff, I think you should jump on it before someone else beats you to it. Don’t let the opportunity slip away. Here is what I’m thinking in terms of prices:

Keychains: $.50 ea (don’t mistake your keys for anyone else’s)
T-shirts: $5 ea (for when you’re not draped in just the kangaroo skins)
Hats: $5 ea (protects you from the sun, even in the US)
Coasters: $6 box (fits Fosters cans)
Pen/Keychain set: $7 (writes in Australian)
Kangaroos: Free (they’re fucking creepy looking)
Bags: $3 ea (perfect for carrying everything else in)
Genuine Australian Tanned Kangaroo Skin: $500 ea obo (you can’t get these anywhere)

Note: All of these items are great for white elephant gift exchanges since they’re under $10. Oh, except for the skin, but why would you give that away?

Cheers mate!

Here is a link to the craigslist ad. Edit: Looks like it was flagged and removed. I’ll never sell these things!



I hope I’m not single in my 40’s.

19 12 2007

God forbid I ever get a divorce. After a night out, I usually go home thinking how glad I am not to be single. I really hope I’m not single in my 40’s.

RE: 40’s and dating
Date: 2007-10-11, 11:29AM MDT

I am a man in my 40s and dating. I was married and against my wishes the marriage ended. I loved my wife deeply, she decided she no longer loved me and she wasn’t “happy”. So, now I date. I didn’t ask to be in my 40s and single, but reality being what it is I live with it.

I have no plans to ever get married again. I might have a steady girlfriend if the occasion arises, but she’d have to be pretty damn spectacular for me to make that leap. I have had all my children, I am financially secure and have a plan for myself that is better done without a typical American woman’s bullshit to goof it up. I don’t hate women at all by the way, I just know what is worth my time and what isn’t.

I date for the occasional bit of company and to occasionally have sex, that’s about it. I don’t need a woman in my life full time. I can cook and clean, etc, etc. If I wanted full time companionship, I’d get a dog. Dog’s are much easier to deal with than women at this point in my life. Call me shallow, etc etc whatever, that’s fine with me. I know me a helluva lot better than anyone else does.

I do have some rules for dating. Since I am not a horny, partying twenty something or a desparate to have kids thirty something these rules work for me. I think everyone ought to come up with what works for them, keeping the reality of their particular situation in mind.

My personal rules:

1. I never seriously date a woman who terminated her last relationship because she wasn’t “happy”. Happiness is an emotional response to external stimuli. To break the vow of “til’ death do us part” over an emotional state that may or may not be another person’s fault, is shallow and shows a lack of emotional maturity. It tells me that woman is too self absorbed to be a reliable partner in the future.

2. I don’t date fat women. Sorry, all you “BBWs”; get a grip on reality. If you are walking around looking like you have a beer keg stuffed in your pants, you don’t give a shit about yourself, so I really don’t expect you to give a shit about me in the long run. Don’t give me that crap about how happy you are with yourself, you’re not and we both know it. If you and I had fallen in love twenty years ago, gotten married and had a family and you had put on the weight, I would still be with you, but we didn’t and so I see no need to accommodate your lack of character and discipline.

3. I won’t seriously consider dating a woman who has a lot of hangups about sex. Since I have had all my children, since I can cook and clean and make a damn good living for myself and my children, you bring nothing to the table I need in the traditional sense. Hell, most women can’t or won’t cook a decent meal anymore and are as a general rule clueless in regard to the domestic arts. If you have a lot of hangups about sex before we are monogamous, I pretty much see the writing on the wall after we have been together for a while. You might not like it, but sex is important to men, yes actually, it IS mostly about sex. Now that we are all well educated as to the dangers of unprotected sex, STDs and birth control, I don’t see the problem. Your pussy is not the only one in the universe and it isn’t plated with gold. If you won’t have sex with a man, one of your slutty sisters around the corner will.

4. Feminists. I don’t date women who are avowed feminists with a “you go girl” mentality. Sorry, but your little movement fucked things up in a major way. I think women ought to vote, receive equal pay for equal work etc. etc. I do have enough sense to recognize that whether by design or chance, men and women are different and since I think that form follows function there is a reason for our differences. I don’t want to be around a woman who wants to prove to me she is as good as I am at “man” stuff. It is annoying. It makes you look stupid and insecure.

5. “Independent” women. I never date a woman who feels the need to tout her own independence. First, independent entities by definition do not want or need to be in any type of union with another entity. When the United States declared independence from Great Britain, we dissolved the ties that had connected us to the British. I myself am independent and feel no need to tell everyone about it. It is called being an adult. Being able to take care of yourself doesn’t make you special, it makes you “grown folks”. Second, if you are that independent, why are you looking for a relationship in the first place? Independence is the opposite of dependence and being able to depend on others is why we get into relationships of any kind in the first place.

6. Women who spend every weekend perched on a barstool. I don’t date these over the hill party girls because as an adult male, I know why men go to bars and clubs and as a mature adult woman you ought to as well. If you do know and still sit there every weekend you are trying to be something you aren’t (young, unless you are a drunk) and I have no desire to be with a woman who lives in a fantasy world. If you haven’t figured out why men go to bars and clubs and you are sitting there hoping to meet prince charming, you are clueless and I like to think the women I date have a modicum of intelligence.

7. I don’t date women who have their children full time. Might come across as a shitty attitude to have, but I see no need to be a full time father to someone else’s children and a part time father to my own. This is a personal preference I developed after having discussions with my own children. Mine have been through enough already, I’m the Dad and feel I am doing what is best for my children, they were here first.

8. Anyone who is fanatical about much of anything. If you are religious fanatic, I too believe in God. I have a degree in Theology as a matter of fact, but as far as I can tell, God didn’t assign any woman at anytime to be my moral gatekeeper. He did tell you to be “keepers at home”, if you are so caught up in church work that you are making your family the second priority in your life you aren’t following your own rule book. I digress, fanaticism of any kind is a psychological addiction and I prefer to spend my time with people who lead a well balanced life. Addiction of any kind is a turn off.

9. Overly materialistic. My preference. I grew up dirt poor and have by hard work gotten myself to a pretty good spot in life. If you have a desire and need to get the latest and greatest and keep up with the Jones family, you aren’t for me. I see no need to potentially work myself into an early grave to keep you in shiny trinkets and new cars. I am pretty content with a pot of beans and a nice clean, comfortable house in a decent neighborhood and a vehicle that works and is safe. If $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ is what motivates you, I am not mad at you or knocking you for it, I am personally not interested. No, I am not “poor”, it is about priorities.

There ya go. Don’t know why I posted this. Saw the comments about people in their 40s dating and this is what came to mind. I have no real interest in getting into another permanent relationship. I am content to spend the rest of my life single, but that works for me.

For those disparaging the over 40 dating crowd, even 40 somethings get lonely at times, some more than others. Some of those people are there through no fault of their own. they were and are good men and women who had an ex get middle aged crazy and left a good man or woman behind to chase after something they thought they were missing. Maybe the other person was an abusive asshole or addict and the one who is single had to leave for any number of reasons. All sorts of reasons people over 40 are single. Keep breathing and you might find yourself there some day.

* Location: COS
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