A potluck of weirdness tonight. Strange sex requests (Irish threesome anyone?), old-man-yells-at-cloud rants, sensual cat adoption ads … I’ll just let you get straight into it.
This pet adoption ad is long, but worth a look. Because it totally reads like softcore porn.
Interesting theory. Batshit crazy, but interesting.
Who hasn’t lost their pants at the Gallery?
Cold, boring sex with someone you’re not attracted to? You could just try marriage.
Because if you don’t know how to do something really dangerous, the best way to learn is to find a teacher on Craigslist.
I guess hipsters need [random, stranger Internet-arranged] love too.
I belong to such a group. We call each other friends.
Sure.
Gotta love an advertisement masquerading as an urgent public safety announcement.
We live in Philly. Throw a quarter in any direction and you’ll hit about twelve.
Yeah, bake them a cake or some shit.
I cannot fathom paying someone to bring poisonous insects INTO my home.
This is actually a new one for me.
Enough with the punctuation marks in band titles. I can’t.
This douchebag sounds like the kind of person that would be *intoyourband*.
Preach.
What the eff is an Irish threesome? Are you gonna listen to the Clancy Brothers while you do it on a bed of shamrocks or something?
This lady really has issues with New Hope. And some guy named Alan Rosenberg, who apparently wants everyone to think she’s a whore.
You know your sex life is freaky when Craigslist doesn’t even have an acronym to describe it.
I’m sorry that someone lied to you and your cat, but how does one get a torn elbow from a feline feeding tube?
The sky is falling!!! Angry yelling!!!!!
If your hypnosis is so effective at improving careers, why are you doing psychic readings out of the Marriott?
Broke young mother who won’t vaccinate her child or feed him meat? Sure you know what you’re doing.
