Gotta love Craigslist!

[takhtakaal]

http://philadelphia.craigslist.org/tls/496682864.html

I think it might even be a rare item, too!

[Gewehr98]

Don't need Craigslist to find ammo cans.

Hell, they breed in my reloading room:

[Finch]

I can spend hours reading the "Best Of' on craigslist. Just give it a try...

[Scout26]

Yep, it's one of those rare 5.56mm ones.

I only saw about 300 of them for sale at the Kane County Gunshow last Sunday (IIRC, most of the vendors were asking $3.00 ea).

[mtnbkr]

I don't get it.  He's selling an ammo can.  Price is a bit high, but I've seen people try to sell them for that price around here as well.  No mention of rarity...

Chris

[Manedwolf]

If you can sell crap for more than it's worth through marketing, it means you're good at it. Nothing wrong with that!

I've picked stuff from the dollar bin at the surplus store and sold it for three digits on eBay because I put a "story" with it of how the whatever is actually used, with photos. In one case, it was an old submarine escape hood, which I put up with pictures showing how someone would have gotten out of a sub with it. Went for like $175. 

[Bogie]

When I was down in Kentucky last weekend, disposing of portions of The Dragon Lady, Jen and I drove past a -new- "Flea and Antique Mart." (insert sound of screeching tires)
 
Since it's new, they're getting a lot of folks who were cleaning out attics - and thinking in terms of yard sale prices... There were some -incredible- deals on some nice pieces. We were in a rental, so I "settled" for a 24" wide rolltop for $125 (and I guesstimate about $400ish value...).

Anywho, I saw one ammo can in one spot for $15... It may eventually sell. If you have the cheap space to market it, why not?
 

[Manedwolf]

I've got one more-unique 50 can I paid $5 for in an antique store.

The top says

"FOR B-52 AIRCRAFT USE ONLY"

[HankB]

Anywho, I saw one ammo can in one spot for $15... It may eventually sell. If you have the cheap space to market it, why not?

It needed a sign that said "CONFORMS TO MILITARY SPECIFICATIONS!"  ("Milspec" might be too subtle for people who'd pay $15 for one . . .  )

[takhtakaal]

I don't get it.  He's selling an ammo can.  Price is a bit high, but I've seen people try to sell them for that price around here as well.  No mention of rarity...

Chris

Well, no, there is no mention of rarity, Chris, but it's just about twice what they go for elsewhere and otherwise. I found it funny. Humor is subjective.

[Scout26]

Yep, I found it funny also. 


Then again when my neighbors accross the street listed their house for 2x the amount they had paid for it 3 years earlier (and it's a very small crappy house), I laughed out loud.


Mrs Scout thought they were nuts (and I agreed), but I pointed out they don't have to sell it everyone, just one.


Needless to say they couldn't find that "One" or that "One" couldn't find a bank that wouldn't stop laughing at the mortgage app......

 

[Warren]

"Best of" Craigslist? I just had to go and google it.

This one almost made me cry I was laughing so hard.

(no bad language)

I have a mastiff with a problem--I fear for my life
Date: 2007-12-10, 6:43PM EST


I have a male Cane Corso/English Mastiff who we will call "Petey" (this could damage his reputation). He will be 2 in March and, at 140 lbs, is still growing. He's the best dog in the world--friendly, energetic (yet will take naps with me, his sleep-deprived mom), and he loves his brother, a Chihuahua. He's never chewed on anything that I own (which is good, because I think he could fit my entire dresser in his mouth. Including the lamp.) But, we do have a serious problem.

Petey is...flatulent. To an extreme degree. Now, I know a lot of you out there are saying, "Hey, my dog (husband/boyfriend) farts all the time, so what's the problem?" I don't know how to explain it, but the best way to describe Petey's gaseous expulsions is with this word: "heavy". Like a dense fog settling on the mountains, Petey's farts will settle in the lower 3' of the room--about the altitude I inhabit while asleep. Thus, I fear that he may kill me (accidentally, I hope) in my sleep. Let me explain how the routine (when you go through this about 100 times a day, you make a routine) works:

-I'm in bed, innocently typing on the computer when I hear it: "FFFWWWWWPPPPPP"
-I look over at Petey, who was asleep next to my bed, and he is now fixated on his butt, with a look of confusion and wonder ("What was that!? Where did it go?").
-Petey looks up at me (no doubt wondering if I saw the little creature that he thinks ran out of his butt while he wasn't looking), and, after taking in my terrified gaze, thinks that he has done something HORRIFYING and he must move away from me before I yell at him.
-Petey jumps to his feet as I throw my comforter over my head to prevent my eyes from watering due to the noxious gas. In his attempt to slink out of the room unnoticed, he has shaken his intestines, which, in response, proceed to expel gas with his every step. In his mind, lots of little butt-dwelling critters are escaping, foiling his stealthy exit. I have yet to break it to him that he isn't stealthy at all, with or without the butt-dwelling critters.
-Hearing him exit the room, I crack the window behind my bed and shove my head out. 3 minutes later, I am in the clear. I shut the window and continue on with my work--shaken, but alive.

(At times I will get up to find him in another room, intently staring at his butt in hopes of catching one of those pesky critters.)

I live in fear. These are SO BAD that I actually wake up in the middle of the night. Please, does anyone have any sort of home remedy? I've changed his food, stopped giving him rawhide, tried to eliminate tasty treats that I know cause gas in humans (cheese, anyone?)--everything I can think of, but my life is still on the line! I am a student, so money is tight, please keep this in mind!
Thanks!

[Boomhauer]

To the Man in the Motorized Wheelchair
Date: 2007-11-27, 6:45PM PST


You have restored my faith in humanity.

Lamentably, I work in the Lloyd District, and the largest assortment of food offerings in one place is, in fact, that true testament to the Portland Ghetto zeitgeist, The Lloyd Centre Mall. As I was walking toward the down escalator near the cinemas, having procured my foodstuffs, I noted a group of kids in front of me that should, undoubtedly, have been sitting in class in their middle school and were probably reveling in their shared truancy. As they walked, you came zipping around into their path in a motorized wheelchair like the place was the Portland International Raceway.

The quartet of young punks either did not notice or did not care enough to cede the right of way. That did not seem to phase you. Noyou plowed right into the middle of them slammed to a stop, and grouchily shouted something akin to, Jesus Christ! Move, mother *expletive deleted*er! out of your toothless maw.

I assure you that the profanity was utterly delicious.

Then you shoved down on that chairs joystick and took off at a speed that indicated that the world had damned well better move for you.

The kids looked on in disbelief. I think on some level they were too flabbergasted to be offended.

Is it wrong that the cockles of my dark little heart just warmed at you schooling those young punks? And is it wrong that I then thought of myself in my old age shouting at kids to get off my lawn? There is hope. There are young punks a-plenty, and it is my most fervent wish that I get to plow down as many as my heart desires when Im flying around the mall, my colostomy bag blazing like a standard.

Sir, I salute you. Huzzah!

[AmbulanceDriver]

"Best of" Craigslist? I just had to go and google it.

This one almost made me cry I was laughing so hard.

(no bad language)

I have a mastiff with a problem--I fear for my life
Date: 2007-12-10, 6:43PM EST


I have a male Cane Corso/English Mastiff who we will call "Petey" (this could damage his reputation). He will be 2 in March and, at 140 lbs, is still growing. He's the best dog in the world--friendly, energetic (yet will take naps with me, his sleep-deprived mom), and he loves his brother, a Chihuahua. He's never chewed on anything that I own (which is good, because I think he could fit my entire dresser in his mouth. Including the lamp.) But, we do have a serious problem.

Petey is...flatulent. To an extreme degree. Now, I know a lot of you out there are saying, "Hey, my dog (husband/boyfriend) farts all the time, so what's the problem?" I don't know how to explain it, but the best way to describe Petey's gaseous expulsions is with this word: "heavy". Like a dense fog settling on the mountains, Petey's farts will settle in the lower 3' of the room--about the altitude I inhabit while asleep. Thus, I fear that he may kill me (accidentally, I hope) in my sleep. Let me explain how the routine (when you go through this about 100 times a day, you make a routine) works:

-I'm in bed, innocently typing on the computer when I hear it: "FFFWWWWWPPPPPP"
-I look over at Petey, who was asleep next to my bed, and he is now fixated on his butt, with a look of confusion and wonder ("What was that!? Where did it go?").
-Petey looks up at me (no doubt wondering if I saw the little creature that he thinks ran out of his butt while he wasn't looking), and, after taking in my terrified gaze, thinks that he has done something HORRIFYING and he must move away from me before I yell at him.
-Petey jumps to his feet as I throw my comforter over my head to prevent my eyes from watering due to the noxious gas. In his attempt to slink out of the room unnoticed, he has shaken his intestines, which, in response, proceed to expel gas with his every step. In his mind, lots of little butt-dwelling critters are escaping, foiling his stealthy exit. I have yet to break it to him that he isn't stealthy at all, with or without the butt-dwelling critters.
-Hearing him exit the room, I crack the window behind my bed and shove my head out. 3 minutes later, I am in the clear. I shut the window and continue on with my work--shaken, but alive.

(At times I will get up to find him in another room, intently staring at his butt in hopes of catching one of those pesky critters.)

I live in fear. These are SO BAD that I actually wake up in the middle of the night. Please, does anyone have any sort of home remedy? I've changed his food, stopped giving him rawhide, tried to eliminate tasty treats that I know cause gas in humans (cheese, anyone?)--everything I can think of, but my life is still on the line! I am a student, so money is tight, please keep this in mind!
Thanks!

Sweet merciful heavens!  This one should be marked NSFW just because of how hard it makes you laugh!  Co-workers were asking me if I was alright, and then didn't believe me when I couldn't catch a full breath because I was laughing so hard!  Of course, the tears streaming down my face didn't help my case any.  I think someone thought I was choking!  The fact that I work in a 911 center didn't help my case either!  Someone came damn near to starting an ambulance for *me*!!!!