Billy Ocean's Fridge [or How I Met My Muse, Ms Versace]
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FOR SALE: A singing refrigerator (Coastside)
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Reply to: anon-3396730@craigslist.org
So I move into my new home last week, ...forget it.
Net-net: I am selling a singing refrigerator. Yes, it sings.
With perfect pitch...let alone passion.
It sings when it wants to, and whatever it wants to, Though, with some patience and
proper training, you could have it singing Sinatra, Beatles, or use it as a gag on
your friends when they come over ...and have it belt out something disgusting,
like Indigo Girls or Celine Dion. Why does the caged frige sing? It's lonely,
tired, and perhaps bored. More so, it's probably a bad blower motor, or the
seminiferous tubloidial freon distributor-regulator thingee-bob needs cleaning.
It is housetrained, and gets along great with other appliances. Pets too.
In fact, it sings in a variety of languages including cat talk and dog speak.
My cat has a lovely 3 AM call-and-answer duet session with it
at times... reminds me of Louis Armstrong & Ella doin' Porgy & Bess.
Though I can't guarantee the appliance will perform any Gershwin upon
ownership change.
It's model is circa-82... so hey, all you retro-slaves in the Mission who are
currently re-living '79... you'll be good to go in a few years when the
80's comes in, in your Bugle Boys serving Malibu jello shooters out of your
singin' fridge which has since picked up on Billy Ocean (the B sides).
Reply to: anon-3396730@craigslist.org
So I move into my new home last week, ...forget it.
Net-net: I am selling a singing refrigerator. Yes, it sings.
With perfect pitch...let alone passion.
It sings when it wants to, and whatever it wants to, Though, with some patience and
proper training, you could have it singing Sinatra, Beatles, or use it as a gag on
your friends when they come over ...and have it belt out something disgusting,
like Indigo Girls or Celine Dion. Why does the caged frige sing? It's lonely,
tired, and perhaps bored. More so, it's probably a bad blower motor, or the
seminiferous tubloidial freon distributor-regulator thingee-bob needs cleaning.
It is housetrained, and gets along great with other appliances. Pets too.
In fact, it sings in a variety of languages including cat talk and dog speak.
My cat has a lovely 3 AM call-and-answer duet session with it
at times... reminds me of Louis Armstrong & Ella doin' Porgy & Bess.
Though I can't guarantee the appliance will perform any Gershwin upon
ownership change.
It's model is circa-82... so hey, all you retro-slaves in the Mission who are
currently re-living '79... you'll be good to go in a few years when the
80's comes in, in your Bugle Boys serving Malibu jello shooters out of your
singin' fridge which has since picked up on Billy Ocean (the B sides).
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