It’s always interesting to see what oddball douchebags come out of the woodwork when posting shit on CL. As usual I have a ton of stuff posted for sale on the site, but for some weird reason I have been getting a ton of weird responses to my posting of my MSI GT70 gaming laptop for sale/trade. Maybe it’s because the only people interested in it are computer nerds with extremely limited social skills, but whatever the reason I have received some interesting emails about it.
You can buy the dog all sorts of expensive toys to keep him entertained…but the only toy he really needs is free and came with him.
Might as well add his other trick on here too 🙂
Evan’s has set up his own online store where he is selling motorcycle parts through his new company. IN the name of excellent customer service, he has also set up an online chat form where customers can contact him for support via IM. As you can imagine, once we discovered this functionality, it has been non-stop fucking with him to see who can have the funniest conversation with him whilst he thinks its an actual customer. I had a pretty good one yesterday that I am very proud of:
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I was chatting with Jess on Google Chat today, and some weird messages started showing up. I was pretty confused at first, because Jess was typing and then someone else was sending messages from her account at the same time. At first I got kind of scared, because about a year ago, my gmail account got hacked and someone started sending messages to her from it. You can see in gmail where your account is logged in from, and there was a login listed from India. Make sure you keep an eye on that account activity link in gmail! Anyway….the following conversation was had, and I didn’t figure out what was going on until about halfway through…
It hilariously turned out that Evan went home for lunch and happened to see that her iMac was still turned on and he could see all of our IM’s. He jumped on the computer and started sending messages as Ultimo. I called him halfway through when I realized Ultimo was similar to AWESOME-O, the name of Cartman’s robot in the awesome southpark episode where he pretends to be Butter’s friend to get back the video of him dancing to britney spears. I figured that evan is one of the only people who would find this hilarious. But at this point, Jess was already freaking out and I was laughing so hard we kept at it for a while longer.
From deep within the archives we find this gem of a conversation. It was the product of an awesome conversation concerning Evan’s attempt to organize a cross-country motorcycle trip with a gang consisting of Kaner the Soulless Ginger, and myself. However, Evan doesn’t even own a motorcycle, a fact which we brutally exploited, and hilarity ensued. Enjoy!
Kaner: what bikes are you two sporting right now
Ian: 95 honda shadow ACE 1100
evan has a ’02 dreamcycle
Evan: i dont have a bike
gotta get one
Kaner: i dont know how many service stations are pumping tears theses days
Kaner: most bikes he’s owned have had the nightmare badging tho
Kaner: maybe we should wait on putting this thing in cheese until evans hopemobile arrives
Ian: how many hopes to the gallon do you get Evan?
Kaner: should top it off with wishes before we hit the road
Ian: no point in putting this cheese challenge into action until you have something that actually EXISTS
a few unicorn tears should clean out the wish injectors before you hit the road
Kaner: i saw an ’05 MLK Dreamglider in this weeks hopetrader – maybe he takes yearning as payment
I saw a ’92 Hopely Dreamerson on consignment down at Fun Dream Center
ah the classic HD teartail…. evan jump on that!
oh god im laughing at my desk
Kaner: im cyring
this convo is going in the archives
My dad was ranting this morning about the biodegradeable spoons at the yogurt shop in Clairemont. Apparently they give you biodegradeable spoons made out of corn starch with your yogurt. According to my dad, they have these stupid spoons in the yogurt shops “to pacify the liberal idiots in clairemont”. My dad, being the awesome patriot and crusader of freedom that he is, took a couple of these spoons a few years ago, and buried them in the backyard. He digs them up from time to time to check just how much they had biodegraded. Apparently, in the few years he has had them buried, they have not changed one bit. He says once they biodegrade at all, he’s going to take them back to that stupid yogurt shop and tell them that they aren’t helping the environment, and this type of stuff only works on the hippies in clairemont.
I love my dad!
In preparation for the upcoming Motley Crue show at Cricket amphitheater that has all of us completely stoked out of our minds, Kaner and I have been having some excellent Crue-related conversations. Enjoy:
(11:32:51) Will Kaner: I’ve been having some issue with my chest. Any ideas on what to do?
(11:33:12) Ian Grist: The only thing I can think of is to KICKSTART YOUR HEART!
(11:33:35) Will Kaner: Yeah but I think I need a second opinion about my heart condition…
(11:33:51) Will Kaner: any suggestions?
(11:34:47) Ian Grist: i was thinking about going to see DR FEELGOOD!!!!
(11:35:36) Will Kaner: yeah he said Ive been doing to much SMOKIN IN THE BOYS ROOM!!!!!
(11:36:19) Ian Grist: sounds to me like you are caught in the SAME OL SITUATION
(11:36:38) Will Kaner: hahahah and if i keep up this lifestyle i may find myself SHOUTin AT THE DEVIL!
(11:37:07) Ian Grist: lol. well at least you’ll go down with GIRLS GIRLS GIRLS
(11:37:18) Will Kaner: and were done here
(11:37:32) Ian Grist: nicely done
note: edited for posterity