Craigslist: A Place for Rape.

One of the guys in my office is an avid bow-hunter and is getting rid of some equipment. Being that I have sold items on Craigslist before, he asked me to post it for him which I gladly did. Here is what the ad reads...

This Bowtech Allegiance is decked out and ready for a hunt. It is set at 29" draw and 70#'s. Comes with 6 Easton Epic arrows fitted with Muzzy 100gr three blade broadheads. Recently paper tuned. Bow is outfitted with a simms module stabalizer, Trophy ridge dropzone rest, Quiver, Toxonic 5 pin sight, STS vibration dampener and Limb Savers. Peep sight and nock point installed. Superfast and ultraquiet. Will throw in more than a dozen arrows, Truball Hurricane release, Cobra mamba release, G5 broadheads, Muzzy 100gr 4-blade broadheads, field poins, Plano hard case, tuning tools, fletching tools, Blazer fletchings, and much more. Looking to get rid of my entire set up with the sale of this bow. Almost $2800 worth of equipment. Please email for detailed pictures of everything included. Also looking to sell pop up ground blind.

Even if you know nothing about bow-hunting, this is quite an extensive listing of goodies. I have had several responses, but let's be honest, the economy is struggling a little and there are not a lot of people looking to drop $850 on a "toy", but one response just rubbed me wrong. I got an email from "Ken" (I don't know why i put quotes, that is his real name. I just like quotes!) that simply said "I'll give you $300 Cash".

I though about this for a minute and decided I would respond...

Very nice of you to offer to give me 300 in cash with us being strangers and all. I very much appreciate the generosity, but I’d really like to sell my bow rather than accept donations. Oh, you meant you’d give me 300 cash for the bow and all the accessories? Oh, so it was not generosity, just a futile attempt for your own gain, and to be honest just a flat out insult to my generosity of offering almost $3,000 worth of bowhunting equipment to a lucky purchaser.

While I understand the requisite of shrewdness in business transactions I think I would need lubrication for this one.

Thank you for your response and your time. I don’t imagine you’ll be contacting me again, I therefore rescind my praises of your generosity in lieu of screaming RAPE based on the offer you made.

Have a great day Ken!

I still have the email sitting in my drafts, and I'm having second thoughts about sending it. Maybe I should just politely decline. What do you think? Let me know in the comments if I should send Ken a response.

Karaoke Madness at Quarter Bar

Spring break was last week, that means no kids and I get to socialize during the week. Sarah told me about Thursday karaoke at Quarter Bar in Addison so we made plans to go. Some of Sarah's friends joined us at first, and later a few of my friends joined to partake in the excitement. I know, this sounds boring, and I might be losing you, but bear with me.

Thursday night karaoke is chocked full of excitment. First off, there is a small group that comes in who are half emo half theatre junkie. Needless to say they turn each song intoa performance. There was a very special rendition of "Springtime in Germany for Hitler" by a guy who resembles an angry black eyeliner wearing emo goth creature that dwells in dimly lit places waiting to prey upon cockroaches and rats. I should have got a picture, but I missed my chance on this one. Maybe another time. We also dealt with the nerdy fat bad skinned guy who was "smoking" to be cool. He would take a drag from a Marlboro Red and blow it right back out without inhaling. It was a horrendous odor and left my sinuses clogged up for 2 days.

The best of all, the one that had us laughing so hard we cried and caused me to break out the cell phone for video was glorious. A young black guy, mid-twenties maybe gets on stage. We watch the credits roll, "Pussy Control" by Prince. I'm sure you may have heard the song, the outlandish wails by Prince that transgress into song lyrics and into a sort of rap. It's a great beat, energetic, but enough about the song. The guy has on gym shorts, a black wife beater, and a face mask on his head. From the second the song starts it's apparent he has no clue how the song or lyrics go. We laugh a little, but when he gets wound up the light laughter becomes roars and fits of belly laughs and tears. I can't do it justice in words, so here's the video...

I apologize for the audio being poor, but it was from my cell phone in the bar. What you are hearing is the "AHHHHHHH" wailing of the singer and then him screaming "PUSSY CONTROL" His gyrationand humping the ground sealed the deal on the most hilarious karaoke moment I've ever seen. We all agreed that it was one of the funniest moments in quite a while.