This is one of those times I want to thumb down a comment, specifically because what is said is true and accurate and I don’t like it being true and accurate. Make it not true! Fix it!
Also…I want to marry the bacon fairy. Because…bacon fairy.
Actually, I live in Vancouver and the average house goes for $900,000. And that number includes houses 3 hours away from the city core and complete dumps. A garden shed would be a steep trade off.
We most certainly are not. Some of us work our asses off, earning a small fortune for an Idahoan, but barely making rent in beautiful Orange County. I guess sunshine has a price, and it’s a lifetime of debt.
*points* Fake! Fake house wife! I suppose all the housewives in orange county I know are pretty fake…what with the having jobs and earning a living and whatnot. I think having a job makes you not a real housewife.
Check the house prices in Vancouver before you make that comparison. How about a tear down for 1.5 million. And that’s in those valuable Canadian dollars.
Yup, this checks out. I had a dinosaur babysitter my whole childhood and I’m not even remotely a fucked up sociopath. Sure wish my parents had kept the house though.
There is some Barney song parody in here somewhere, including the line “You rent me”, but I’m not creative enough to find it. I invite others to take up the cause, please.
@Default User, if I’d seen this before you declaration of being a serial proposer, I would have been tickled. Aw, who am I kidding? Yes! I don’t have the time or the energy for a full-time husband. Do you like to do housework? I’ll “pay” you very nicely.
Well, housework is okay so long as I don’t have to do laundry, though you will be gaining a wife, not a husband…(yeah, that is me in the pic there, on another site I used to frequent many ages ago, all the girls changed their pics to their cleavage to piss off someone because we’re nice like that and I never got around to changing it back). I do only propose to people who are awesome, not just to any average joe I meet on the street.
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August 10, 2011 at 4:37 pm
i don’t think so. the american forces at guantanamo played the barney theme song over and over 24/7 to the captives there and paid royalties to do so. barney is part of the military industrial complex.
This person clearly doesnt know how to work rule 34 to their advantage. Still, they can play musical instruments, so a lute-playing velociraptor could be mine. Imagine cracking that little gem out after the dinner party
He’s a DINOSAUR. Dinosaurs weren’t furry, they were scaly, with sharp sharp claws and strong, oh so strong legs and now I’m going home to watch Jurassic Park. Don’t knock on the door until you hear the roar.
Which is exactly why I keep telling my son that he is too young to have his own dinosaur. When he has his own home and does his own chores, THEN he can get a pet!
This is fucking hilarious. DAMN MY PARENTS FOR NOT FORNICATING IN CANADA (AND DAMN MY MOTHER FOR NOT SUBSEQUENTLY EXPELLING ME FROM HER NETHER REGIONS IN CANADA).
This reminds me of a picture from my photo album, ca 1995: a child related to me by blood; a bra; a messy floor; a hand-decorated sweatshirt. Hair not included.
diurnal, odd squeaking noises late at night, rustling the rest of the time–isn’t that just a roommate?
So, my brother’s trying to convince his girlfriend to get gerbils, and they’re talking about it in bed one night, and she’s like ‘I don’t know, they’re going to be rustling around in their pen and running in their wheel while we’re trying to sleep, etc etc.” and my brother says “They won’t be in the pen. They’ll be in the bed with us!”
Honestly, the fact that she did not just walk out and never come back at that moment says something about her. A lot of something.
And if not, there’s a better than even chance that it will bite the living piss out of your soft, fleshy underarm sometime during the hours between three A.M. and about ten minutes BEFORE your significant other was awake enough to deal with you screaming in their ear.
I had a hedgehog once. It was ornery and hated everyone. I swear it spent 98% of its time curled up in a spiky ball of doom giving everyone the stink eye. LOL The other 2% of the time it was eating or pooping.
I had a chicken who was sorta like that. She wished she could have a spiky ball of doom to curl up in. She was a bitch. Even the roosters didn’t mess with her.
On a serious note: if you haven’t done so already, you might want to check out current mortgage rates and think about a refi. You could beat that 12 years down to 5 and probably still be paying the same per month. What you’d save in interest would make up for the closing costs and you’d be out from under that thing in less than half the time
Yeah, but they should’ve been more specific about the kind of house. Someone owns that many properties and can afford to hire someone to be their full-time dinosaur, you just know they’re gonna give him the house they rented to the rock band and never got around to cleaning up after the bass player tried to set it on fire that one time.
I want to move to Vancouver and buy a house just so I can hire this dinosaur.
But I’d make him be my tutor. (French and dinosaur)
Also I would definitely go for the egg option. He would have to put a fucking bonnet on that egg and protect it from predators, by god.
If you’re rich enough, you could hire someone else to play a predatory dinosaur who comes and challenges him for his egg at unexpected times. My god, the possibilities!
I thought the deal was a forever house for a year’s worth of shameful behavior (but not degrading behavior, sorry furries). So what would you do for your very own house?
Once upon a time, dinosaurs ruled the earth. There was lots of green stuff growing, and giant crocodiles. Then a giant meteor hit the earth.
*BOOOOOOM*
There was lots of dust, and it blocked out the sun. In the ensuing chaos, the dinosaurs died out. The mammals, tiny and easily adaptable then took over. They thrived and grew and eventually made wonderful things like the internet where human mammals could vie for who can make the most inane statement ever.
The End
…or is it? What does evolution have in store for us next? X-ray vision? Flying? A third arm growing out of the middle of our backs? We won’t live long enough to find out.
Noooooooo. The dinosaur bones were put there by satan to confuse us and turn us away from god and because they wouldn’t fit on the ark. And then the giant meteor came and rained and rained and rained until Moses parted the seas and now we eat chocolate eggs laid by a rabbit to celebrate. Or something. I don’t know. I’m not good with this history stuff.
“I will eat what the particular dinosaur eats”–I call bullshit. Let’s say I want a gigantosaurus. Those ate smaller raptors. How the hell is this person going to source genuine raptor meat? This false advertising disappoints me deeply.
To be fair, lions in zoos don’t get to eat zebra either (they eat cheaper dead animals). But you could make him eat raw chicken as the closest available substitute!
But surely there is some sort of faux-raptor, a mock-reptilian-carnivore substitute, cobbled together from the leavings of a sausage factory that would do the trick.One could suspend it from a spring to give it that authentic ‘live’ prey emulation.
I am looking for a house, if I ever sell mine. Vancouver might work, how far is it from Columbus? I’m part Canadian (my grandmother was Nova Scotian and my son just became a British citizen, surely I must have citizenship).
However, I have my rules. No photo? Mmm. no, that makes me suspicious about this ad.
Otherwise, I would be on it. (the cold weather no longer is a problem, thank you Global Warming).
I know, and I would have put it in the pikachu one, where it would be slightly more related, but no one would see it, and that would be a shame. a SHAME.
over the past few years i have seriously considered craigslisting my services as the whore of mensa. the abovenoted cat or catess {dont know, is willing to sit on egg} has beat me to it. kind of. in a manner of speaking.
it’s our selling of pencils on the streetcorners. soon nobody’s gonna need to have a retro hobowedding.
When my 22 year old daughter is done growing up, she’s going to be a pharmacist. She changed her major when she found out how much money a pharmacist makes, even fresh out of college.
Why am I telling you this?
Because she’ll want to know about this so she can finally own her own dinosaur.
Yeah, well, when I started law school they told me that lawyers make six figures! Right out of school! No big deal! They told me this and I believed them.
Now I’ve got six figures worth of student debt and Legal Aid isn’t even hiring. I just applied to work at Starbucks.
Which is just to say: tell your daughter to make sure she wants to be a goddamn pharmacist for more than the money. Because that could change seriously fucking fast.
No, really, she’s actually got a decent plan going on. Good head on her shoulders. And she won’t have any school debt. That’s what a kid gets when their father is a 100% service-connected disabled veteran.
“Sorry we fucked up your father for your entire life! By the way, here’s a monthly stipend for going to school and FAFSA takes care of your tuition because your dad never made enough money to disqualify yourself!” — The United States Government
If she becomes a retail pharmacist, she should apply to Costco. They pay their Pharm team the best. The worst: CVS. And best self-esteem for a retail pharmacy is Walgreens.
My Sister-in-Law is a pharmacist. She was hired right out of school by Walgreen’s, and got a $90,000 sign on bonus. She and my BIL had enough money to buy a nice home. So yes, pharmacy is the career to get into!
I worked in retail pharmacy for 10 years and I never wanted to actually be the pharmacist. They have so much stress their job totally sucks. A lot of them get burned out. People who can hack the pharmacist job really have nerves of steel and awesome interpersonal skills, on top of concentration and attention to detail. Just think to yourself “could I poison someone today if I don’t concentrate perfectly on my job?” That’s a question pharmacists ask themselves every day.
Does this person live in your house for the “dinosaur year?” How annoying would that get? I mean, it would be kind of cool for a party, I suppose, but the joke would get old.
What if I can’t stand having the dinosaur around after a couple of months? Couldn’t I just rent out one of my properties to this person and kick out the illegal tenants? And why are the illegal tenants whining about rats in the walls? What sort of landlord am I, anyway? Oh, God! I’m a slumlord, and I didn’t even know it! *sob*
I’m going to guess “on call” means no, he doesn’t live with you, but if you feel like laughing at a dancing dinosaur in your living room at 3:00 in the morning or something, you text him and he gets his ass over there.
Authentic dinosaur noises? I will not accept that he is making authentic dinosaur noises until he can also provide a time machine to take me back to the Mesozoic for a listen.
And I’d totally make him be a pterodactyl. Mostly so I can show off that I know how to spell pterodactyl.
Somehow I just can’t get the melody from “Father Figure” by George Michael out of my head! I wrote a song about it, wanna hear it hear it goes:
I will be your dinosaur
your tiny kids I’d like to mind
Watchdog or washer of dishes
Anything you have in mind
I will be your dinosaur
I have had enough of rent
I will hatch an egg for you
if you are inclined
I will be your reptile
I will be your Barney
I’ll be your Dino
I just won’t do no kinky stuff
I hope you don’t mind
Am I the only one who wants a sampler that says “I will be your dinosaur?”
“I will be your dinosaur” may be one of the most romantic things I’ve ever heard.
Considering all the sampler-worthy quips we discover/create through Regretsy, I wish someone would at least design the samplers and sell the patterns in April’s Army. I’m too lazy to design, but I’d make the sampler for myself.
I’m pretty sure that writing “no sex stuff” in a craigslist ad means “lots of sex stuff, and I’m bringing my friends and the midget from the bodega I just bought these expired Sparks at.” At least that’s how it always ends up for me
I will be your dinosaur
your tiny kids I’d like to mind
Watchdog or washer of dishes
Anything you have in mind
I will be your dinosaur
I have had enough of rent
I will hatch an egg for you
if you are inclined
I will be your reptile
I will be your Barney
I’ll be your Dino
I just won’t do no kinky stuff
I hope you don’t mind
Doh! Meant to add, while reading the Craigslist ad the tune to George Michael’s “Father Figure” kept running through my head so I had to play with the lyrics;)
One thing this person clearly doesn’t understand is that though one may own the home, that doesn’t mean there aren’t any costs. Property taxes, trash, garden, sewer/water, etc. Are all things that are often covered under rent, including the replacement of appliances.
But when you own a house, you’re on your own. When something breaks, good luck. You get to pay for everything.
And if it’s a condo or townhouse, or in an “association”, there are communal association dues in excess of these expenses. There really is no escape from “rent”. It just morphs into a different form. And the days of buying a property and letting the next purchaser essentially cover your costs are well over.
Houses are a highly illiquid asset that are currently not exactly hot. So the fantasy of home ownership falls to earth quickly when one realizes that even without a mortgage, it’s still expensive to live in a house you own.
Better to mooch off another homeowner, if you can pull that off.
Thanks. I needed to see that as my rent is due tomorrow.
Ironically, it’s equal to the amount of my mortgage on my house that my ex found a loophole in our divorce agreement to kick myself and his children out of…but that’s another story for a less happy place
I laughed when he had to paint my beautiful red kitchen walls three or four times over to get them back to the lame-ass white that defines his personality though
You’re right, katfud, but getting a house in exchange for one year of (bizarre) work is still a pretty sweet deal, even though it doesn’t mean “no housing expenses, ever, for the rest of your life.”
That is true in most cities, but you should look at the stats for the cost of living in Vancouver and the average price of a stater home. The ridiculousness of the craigslist post is far overshadowed by the reality of those numbers.
I really hope this guy gets his wish! I live in Vancouver and I would very much like to see someone walking a triceratops around town or playing frisbee with their pachycephalosaurus at the park.
Yippy ankle-biter dogs better watch the fuck out or get trampled.
OMG I wish I were in Vancouver… I would love to have a personal dino for a year!!! hehehe…oh the things I would do. OOoooh I would have him at my wedding!
August 10, 2011 at 2:26 pm
Seems Legit.
I don’t have a sneaking concern that this person would wait till I slept an dino-molest me at all.
August 10, 2011 at 2:31 pm
Don’t you mean veloci-raped?
August 10, 2011 at 2:39 pm
Why couldn’t I think of Veloci-raped? Take all my green thumbs. You deserve them.
August 10, 2011 at 2:39 pm
Will do.
August 10, 2011 at 3:11 pm
Trisexotops? That’s all I’ve got.
August 10, 2011 at 4:11 pm
This guy is a total twatydactyl. He shouldn’t have offered to sit on the egg.
August 10, 2011 at 7:09 pm
Don’t be a bronto-sore-ass.
August 10, 2011 at 4:07 pm
Dr. Grant, my dear Dr. Sattler–welcome to JurASSic Park.
August 10, 2011 at 4:35 pm
Your-ass-lick Park
August 10, 2011 at 11:35 pm
How much do you think it will cost in meds alone to keep this dinosaur high functioning?
August 10, 2011 at 2:27 pm
For the millionth time, I wish I was a Canadian.
August 10, 2011 at 2:29 pm
I’ll marry you. Thankfully it’s legal for me to do so in my country.
August 10, 2011 at 2:33 pm
It’s legal in the US too! Except in most states. Oh and it doesn’t count as far as the federal government is concerned.
August 10, 2011 at 10:58 pm
This is one of those times I want to thumb down a comment, specifically because what is said is true and accurate and I don’t like it being true and accurate. Make it not true! Fix it!
Also…I want to marry the bacon fairy. Because…bacon fairy.
August 10, 2011 at 2:37 pm
Can I take you up on that offer? I’d love to be Canadian, and wouldn’t particularly mind being your dinosaur either.
August 10, 2011 at 4:32 pm
that is so sweet!
August 10, 2011 at 2:52 pm
If no one else takes you up on it, can I?
August 10, 2011 at 4:10 pm
Canada looks more and more appealing every year! Especially when I look at the temperature outside at 8pm and it’s still 108F…
August 13, 2011 at 10:12 am
Sorry, it’s 108F here too (actually 42C).
August 10, 2011 at 7:50 pm
I wanna be Canadian too.
August 10, 2011 at 9:23 pm
Me too. Any Canadians out there looking to adopt or marry an american? Please?
August 10, 2011 at 2:39 pm
I am Canadian, but unfortunately I don’t own a house in Vancouver to give this guy. Yet another missed opportunity for my own personal dinosaur.
August 10, 2011 at 4:55 pm
Since rat infested dumps go for a lot more than $500,000 in Vancouver, perhaps this dinosaur is a bit overpriced. Would he settle for a garden shed?
August 20, 2011 at 10:47 am
Actually, I live in Vancouver and the average house goes for $900,000. And that number includes houses 3 hours away from the city core and complete dumps. A garden shed would be a steep trade off.
August 10, 2011 at 2:27 pm
I may have to do the same thing to own in Orange County. Thanks for the idea.
August 10, 2011 at 2:31 pm
Which Orange County? There’s several to choose from.
August 10, 2011 at 2:50 pm
The SoCal one. We’re not all “Real Housewives.”
August 10, 2011 at 3:20 pm
We most certainly are not. Some of us work our asses off, earning a small fortune for an Idahoan, but barely making rent in beautiful Orange County. I guess sunshine has a price, and it’s a lifetime of debt.
August 10, 2011 at 3:21 pm
The “Real Housewives” are “real” in the sense that “Fun Sized” candy bars are “Fun Sized”.
August 10, 2011 at 4:00 pm
In hindsight, it doesn’t really matter I suppose. Just being named “Orange County” gives the owners the right to jack up the prices on everything.
August 10, 2011 at 11:01 pm
*points* Fake! Fake house wife! I suppose all the housewives in orange county I know are pretty fake…what with the having jobs and earning a living and whatnot. I think having a job makes you not a real housewife.
August 10, 2011 at 2:39 pm
If you mean Orange County CA, I’m thinking you better be prepared to offer a dino-decade.
August 10, 2011 at 4:28 pm
Check the house prices in Vancouver before you make that comparison. How about a tear down for 1.5 million. And that’s in those valuable Canadian dollars.
August 10, 2011 at 2:27 pm
Yup, this checks out. I had a dinosaur babysitter my whole childhood and I’m not even remotely a fucked up sociopath. Sure wish my parents had kept the house though.
August 10, 2011 at 5:50 pm
“NOT THE MAMA!”
August 12, 2011 at 6:18 pm
PERFECT!
August 10, 2011 at 2:28 pm
WHY DIDN’T I THINK OF THIS FIRST
August 10, 2011 at 4:18 pm
Exactly my reaction.
August 10, 2011 at 2:28 pm
I only wish I’d thought of this first.
August 10, 2011 at 2:28 pm
hey, I saw that months ago. I guess in a city where most of the expensive houses sit empty it only goes to show
August 10, 2011 at 2:28 pm
There is some Barney song parody in here somewhere, including the line “You rent me”, but I’m not creative enough to find it. I invite others to take up the cause, please.
August 10, 2011 at 2:31 pm
You rent me
I rent you
I’l be a dinosaur for you
with a roar and a growl I’ll be crapping in your bed
Won’t you say you’ll rent your home
Sorry, couldn’t quite get the last line to fit.
August 10, 2011 at 2:33 pm
me neither – yours is better than mine
August 10, 2011 at 4:06 pm
How about “but I said no sex so I won’t sit on your head.”
August 10, 2011 at 2:33 pm
I pick you
You rent me
We’ll be one big family
Wait, you want a kiss
And a hug from me to you?
Hey, I said
No sex stuff, dude
August 10, 2011 at 2:55 pm
You owe me a new keyboard. Last line was genius.
August 10, 2011 at 4:12 pm
You make me fart hearts, Pammy.
August 10, 2011 at 2:49 pm
This guy makes me a little nervous and I wonder if he doesn’t sing under his breath
I love you
You love me
I will kill
Your family
With a knife in the gut
And a bullet to the head
I will kill
your family dead.
August 10, 2011 at 3:12 pm
I give you a year’s worth of “thumbs up” for that one!
August 10, 2011 at 3:34 pm
Thank you! And I love your screen name. Nothing brightens up a dark and stormy night like villagers with torches!
August 10, 2011 at 11:07 pm
Mugsy, I love you. Marry me.
August 11, 2011 at 9:00 am
@Default User, if I’d seen this before you declaration of being a serial proposer, I would have been tickled. Aw, who am I kidding? Yes! I don’t have the time or the energy for a full-time husband. Do you like to do housework? I’ll “pay” you very nicely.
August 11, 2011 at 4:04 pm
Well, housework is okay so long as I don’t have to do laundry, though you will be gaining a wife, not a husband…(yeah, that is me in the pic there, on another site I used to frequent many ages ago, all the girls changed their pics to their cleavage to piss off someone because we’re nice like that and I never got around to changing it back). I do only propose to people who are awesome, not just to any average joe I meet on the street.
August 10, 2011 at 2:29 pm
Man, Barney’s pretty hard up after the show got cancelled.
Learn to manage your money TV stars! Sheesh!
August 10, 2011 at 4:37 pm
i don’t think so. the american forces at guantanamo played the barney theme song over and over 24/7 to the captives there and paid royalties to do so. barney is part of the military industrial complex.
your tax dollars at work.
August 10, 2011 at 2:29 pm
I wished I lived in Vancouver!!!
August 10, 2011 at 2:29 pm
Can I pick the type of dinosaur?
Oh wait, there’s no sex stuff. I guess my velociraptor fetish may never be quenched
August 10, 2011 at 2:32 pm
And here I was thinking I was the only one.
August 10, 2011 at 2:35 pm
This person clearly doesnt know how to work rule 34 to their advantage. Still, they can play musical instruments, so a lute-playing velociraptor could be mine. Imagine cracking that little gem out after the dinner party
August 10, 2011 at 2:40 pm
Quite the palate cleanser.
August 10, 2011 at 5:50 pm
you can have it in sculpture form!
August 10, 2011 at 4:14 pm
If you have the sweet 3BR with the tile floors, you could probably get him to spring for a vulvaraptor. Or Twatydactyl. Or perhaps a cuntasaurus rex.
August 10, 2011 at 5:37 pm
Wow dad, you’ve got us such a nice house!!!
“i know, jimmy, i know. now you be a good boy this year, and never ever ask me what I’m doing this year.”
August 10, 2011 at 8:28 pm
I think I saw that GIF a JJ.am I’m at work though so I’m not going searching for it
Or was it interspecies teradactyl porn?
August 10, 2011 at 2:29 pm
Shit, now I’m going to be singing Was (Not Was) all night.
August 10, 2011 at 2:32 pm
My thought exactly!
August 10, 2011 at 4:23 pm
DAMN you and your sticking that “Boom boom aka-laka-laka-boom” in my head! KHANNNN!!!
August 10, 2011 at 2:30 pm
Shit!! I should never have settled for the elephant.
August 10, 2011 at 2:30 pm
I think the poster is really missing out on the furry sex-crowd goldmine.
August 10, 2011 at 2:52 pm
He’s a DINOSAUR. Dinosaurs weren’t furry, they were scaly, with sharp sharp claws and strong, oh so strong legs and now I’m going home to watch Jurassic Park. Don’t knock on the door until you hear the roar.
August 10, 2011 at 2:57 pm
Velociraptors had feathers.
August 10, 2011 at 2:59 pm
Claws AND feathers? Oh my! *fans self and tries to control heavy breathing*
August 10, 2011 at 3:22 pm
If furries can be dragons (and I know a few who are), they can be dinosaurs too.
August 10, 2011 at 5:21 pm
thanks Khyri
August 10, 2011 at 5:52 pm
lots of dinosaur fursonas as well. occasionally the dragons and dinos will go with calling themselves scalies instead, but same group.
August 10, 2011 at 2:30 pm
I’ll totally do the same thing if someone will pay for my move to Athens.
August 10, 2011 at 2:31 pm
All kids want their own pet dinosaur, but you know who would end up walking, feeding, and pooperscoopering after it? The mom, that’s who.
August 12, 2011 at 6:25 pm
Which is exactly why I keep telling my son that he is too young to have his own dinosaur. When he has his own home and does his own chores, THEN he can get a pet!
August 10, 2011 at 2:31 pm
This is fucking hilarious. DAMN MY PARENTS FOR NOT FORNICATING IN CANADA (AND DAMN MY MOTHER FOR NOT SUBSEQUENTLY EXPELLING ME FROM HER NETHER REGIONS IN CANADA).
August 10, 2011 at 2:31 pm
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August 10, 2011 at 3:16 pm
I ALWAYS read the hidden comments. It’s like lingerie; You give’m just a peek and they want to see it all!
August 10, 2011 at 2:32 pm
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August 10, 2011 at 2:33 pm
Wasn’t it “not-the-mama”?
August 10, 2011 at 2:42 pm
Yes, yes it was:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HNR4hKbSH7I
August 10, 2011 at 5:53 pm
Shit, I should read more before I comment.
August 10, 2011 at 2:49 pm
I’m the baby, gotta love me!
August 10, 2011 at 4:03 pm
I’m the baby, gotta love me! Big purple eyes, I’m very cuddly! ‘Specially when I hit my daddy with a frying pan!
“Ow! FRAN!”
(I may or may not have that song on a mix CD that I play on road trips. >_> )
August 10, 2011 at 6:31 pm
This reminds me of a picture from my photo album, ca 1995: a child related to me by blood; a bra; a messy floor; a hand-decorated sweatshirt. Hair not included.
August 10, 2011 at 2:32 pm
For one year of free properties I’d wear a heck of a lot less than a dinosaur costume!
August 10, 2011 at 2:41 pm
I think Craigslist has those sort of offers too…
August 10, 2011 at 4:36 pm
Only if you want to get craigslist killer-ed
August 10, 2011 at 2:32 pm
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August 10, 2011 at 2:53 pm
And I’ll say with as much sincerity as a $20 whore!
August 10, 2011 at 2:33 pm
Wait… no sex stuff? Never mind.
August 10, 2011 at 2:34 pm
I don’t have a vacant house, but if I just rent a room do you think s/he’ll act like a hamster? I’ve always wanted a hamster.
August 10, 2011 at 2:46 pm
You say that now, but when it eats everything and turns into Ultra-Peepi, you might belatedly reconsider.
August 10, 2011 at 2:51 pm
diurnal, odd squeaking noises late at night, rustling the rest of the time–isn’t that just a roommate?
So, my brother’s trying to convince his girlfriend to get gerbils, and they’re talking about it in bed one night, and she’s like ‘I don’t know, they’re going to be rustling around in their pen and running in their wheel while we’re trying to sleep, etc etc.” and my brother says “They won’t be in the pen. They’ll be in the bed with us!”
Honestly, the fact that she did not just walk out and never come back at that moment says something about her. A lot of something.
August 10, 2011 at 4:20 pm
OMG! Gerbils are evil… and that reminds me an awful lot fof a recurring dream I had when I was a child.
August 10, 2011 at 4:21 pm
of* dammit
August 10, 2011 at 5:41 pm
My eyes read “in the bed with us” but my brain heard “up my colon”.
August 10, 2011 at 6:56 pm
I’m pretty sure even she’d have to draw the line there. God, I hope so.
August 10, 2011 at 3:09 pm
I could go for a hedgehog.
August 10, 2011 at 3:17 pm
hedgehog=Best Animal Ever.
& i’ve lived w/ a billion of em.
{even better than chinchillas, & i luv chinchillas.}
but dont sleep w/ a gerbil! you’ll kill it!
August 10, 2011 at 3:26 pm
And if not, there’s a better than even chance that it will bite the living piss out of your soft, fleshy underarm sometime during the hours between three A.M. and about ten minutes BEFORE your significant other was awake enough to deal with you screaming in their ear.
August 10, 2011 at 3:32 pm
You’ve met my cat, then?
August 10, 2011 at 4:28 pm
I had a hedgehog once. It was ornery and hated everyone. I swear it spent 98% of its time curled up in a spiky ball of doom giving everyone the stink eye. LOL The other 2% of the time it was eating or pooping.
August 10, 2011 at 11:20 pm
I had a chicken who was sorta like that. She wished she could have a spiky ball of doom to curl up in. She was a bitch. Even the roosters didn’t mess with her.
August 11, 2011 at 12:32 pm
@Steampunk Octopus, I have a bitchy cat that did that, too! That little shit gave up her rights of sleeping with the peoples!
August 10, 2011 at 3:18 pm
How would you like that cooked, madame?
August 10, 2011 at 3:25 pm
…um….That was meant for Rush Girl. I hate being embarrassed.
August 10, 2011 at 4:18 pm
You’re not going to charge me a $50 consultation fee, are you?
August 10, 2011 at 4:39 pm
I think it would be cheaper to just get the hamster. They cost like eight dollars.
August 10, 2011 at 2:35 pm
Based on the recent sample of craigslist posts, it seems the currency of the new economy will be based on canned ravioli and cosplay barter.
Makes about as much sense as anything we’ve tried so far.
August 10, 2011 at 2:45 pm
This will be good to keep in mind if the economy ever collapses. *stocks up on Chef Boyardee and wigs*
August 10, 2011 at 3:26 pm
Considering the current state of the business pages, you might want to go out and make those purchases, like, yesterday.
August 10, 2011 at 3:12 pm
Sweet! I knew my closet full of costumes would come in handy some day!
August 10, 2011 at 5:25 pm
holy shit – my Etsy shop ought to make some bank then – I could srsly repurpose 80% of my listings to cosplay…
August 10, 2011 at 2:35 pm
Honestly, a year of embarrassing self-inflicted slavery is not such a bad thing to exchange for a house.
It’s like an indentured servant for the 21st century.
August 10, 2011 at 2:55 pm
considering I’ve put in about 30 years of “wage slavery” and I still have 12 years to go before I don’t have a mortgage payment, this is very cheap.
August 11, 2011 at 6:36 am
On a serious note: if you haven’t done so already, you might want to check out current mortgage rates and think about a refi. You could beat that 12 years down to 5 and probably still be paying the same per month. What you’d save in interest would make up for the closing costs and you’d be out from under that thing in less than half the time
August 10, 2011 at 8:35 pm
Yeah, but they should’ve been more specific about the kind of house. Someone owns that many properties and can afford to hire someone to be their full-time dinosaur, you just know they’re gonna give him the house they rented to the rock band and never got around to cleaning up after the bass player tried to set it on fire that one time.
August 10, 2011 at 2:36 pm
I want to move to Vancouver and buy a house just so I can hire this dinosaur.
But I’d make him be my tutor. (French and dinosaur)
Also I would definitely go for the egg option. He would have to put a fucking bonnet on that egg and protect it from predators, by god.
August 10, 2011 at 2:47 pm
If you’re rich enough, you could hire someone else to play a predatory dinosaur who comes and challenges him for his egg at unexpected times. My god, the possibilities!
August 10, 2011 at 2:52 pm
I assume by ‘rich enough” you mean “own a duplex”
August 10, 2011 at 3:13 pm
Now I’m imagining a whole dinosaur theme park / ecosystem filled with people who took this deal and live in the attached neighborhood.
August 10, 2011 at 3:19 pm
I think I know where that neighbourhood is.
August 10, 2011 at 4:05 pm
If only I were rich…
August 10, 2011 at 2:43 pm
It’s shameful the sorts of things I just considered doing for a year of free housing.
August 10, 2011 at 2:48 pm
I thought the deal was a forever house for a year’s worth of shameful behavior (but not degrading behavior, sorry furries). So what would you do for your very own house?
August 10, 2011 at 2:51 pm
I would quite happily be a dinosaur for a free house. I would also be a sheep, a camel or a donkey.
August 10, 2011 at 3:02 pm
How about kale? Would you be a kale?
August 10, 2011 at 3:19 pm
If I could make the costume, then sure. But for Kale you’d have to let me have a dozen cats.
August 10, 2011 at 11:24 pm
I’d totally do Kale, but not Okra. Okra is the gateway costume.
August 10, 2011 at 11:25 pm
Not entirely certain what it is a gateway to, actually….
August 11, 2011 at 6:36 am
Okra is the gateway to the anus. That is, the backdoor of your new house.
August 11, 2011 at 10:15 am
A thousand thumbs to you
August 10, 2011 at 2:56 pm
I’m already doing it.
August 10, 2011 at 3:13 pm
How old-fashioned of you.
August 10, 2011 at 5:03 pm
I’m not at liberty to say.
August 10, 2011 at 5:40 pm
@Notcrafty, you don’t have to say anything. We have the photos. I didn’t know you were so bendy!
August 10, 2011 at 6:15 pm
AHH! Mugs, you promised you were going to delete those! See if I ever believe you and your “photo art” again…
August 10, 2011 at 7:45 pm
Sigh. OK, fine. I’ll photoshop Jennifer Lopez’s face on your body, how’s that? Jennifer Warner? Jennifer Aniston? John Aniston? Your choice!
August 11, 2011 at 12:31 am
How about John Astin?? Though that might be too spooky or all together ooky…
August 11, 2011 at 9:02 am
John Astin it is, mon ami!
August 10, 2011 at 2:43 pm
If you fire him, do you throw a papier-mâché meteor at him?
August 10, 2011 at 2:56 pm
I wish I could give you a thousand thumbs-up, WildJaker!
August 10, 2011 at 3:16 pm
I second the notion! I shot Dr pepper from my nose on that one. Still a little teary eyed.
August 10, 2011 at 3:38 pm
Ooh! You correctly didn’t put a period after “Dr”! The punctuation nerd in me has SUCH a girl crush on your right now!
August 10, 2011 at 3:43 pm
I do what I can. Even if I forget to capitalize a P.
August 10, 2011 at 3:47 pm
OMG–I didn’t even notice the lowercase!
August 10, 2011 at 3:51 pm
Me either. Until I re-read what I posted. Im a bit forgetful, maybe the meds.
August 10, 2011 at 5:27 pm
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August 10, 2011 at 7:05 pm
Once upon a time, dinosaurs ruled the earth. There was lots of green stuff growing, and giant crocodiles. Then a giant meteor hit the earth.
*BOOOOOOM*
There was lots of dust, and it blocked out the sun. In the ensuing chaos, the dinosaurs died out. The mammals, tiny and easily adaptable then took over. They thrived and grew and eventually made wonderful things like the internet where human mammals could vie for who can make the most inane statement ever.
The End
…or is it? What does evolution have in store for us next? X-ray vision? Flying? A third arm growing out of the middle of our backs? We won’t live long enough to find out.
August 10, 2011 at 11:28 pm
Noooooooo. The dinosaur bones were put there by satan to confuse us and turn us away from god and because they wouldn’t fit on the ark. And then the giant meteor came and rained and rained and rained until Moses parted the seas and now we eat chocolate eggs laid by a rabbit to celebrate. Or something. I don’t know. I’m not good with this history stuff.
August 11, 2011 at 6:39 am
@DefaultUser That makes sense.
August 12, 2011 at 6:34 pm
@default user-that is exactly how I am going to start explaining history to my kid!!! He’s only 6, there’s still time to brainwash him right??
August 10, 2011 at 2:45 pm
“I will eat what the particular dinosaur eats”–I call bullshit. Let’s say I want a gigantosaurus. Those ate smaller raptors. How the hell is this person going to source genuine raptor meat? This false advertising disappoints me deeply.
August 10, 2011 at 2:51 pm
How the hell is this person going to source genuine raptor meat?
Roadkill red-tailed hawks?
August 10, 2011 at 3:16 pm
To be fair, lions in zoos don’t get to eat zebra either (they eat cheaper dead animals). But you could make him eat raw chicken as the closest available substitute!
August 10, 2011 at 10:55 pm
Mmmm.. salmonellalicious..
August 11, 2011 at 10:23 am
But surely there is some sort of faux-raptor, a mock-reptilian-carnivore substitute, cobbled together from the leavings of a sausage factory that would do the trick.One could suspend it from a spring to give it that authentic ‘live’ prey emulation.
August 10, 2011 at 2:46 pm
August 10, 2011 at 2:48 pm
I’m picturing this person as Allie Brosh in her dinosaur costume. (Bruce?)
August 10, 2011 at 2:48 pm
I am looking for a house, if I ever sell mine. Vancouver might work, how far is it from Columbus? I’m part Canadian (my grandmother was Nova Scotian and my son just became a British citizen, surely I must have citizenship).
However, I have my rules. No photo? Mmm. no, that makes me suspicious about this ad.
Otherwise, I would be on it. (the cold weather no longer is a problem, thank you Global Warming).
August 10, 2011 at 2:51 pm
oh, wait. I thought this was an ad for ME to be a dinosaur and get a house.
Never mind.
August 10, 2011 at 4:51 pm
NanaB: like you mean “Goodbye, Columbus.”
August 10, 2011 at 10:57 pm
My grandma was a Newfoundland I should totally be Canadian by the grandmother-clause.
August 10, 2011 at 2:48 pm
I thought all the vacant properties were converted to grow houses?
Having a dino-protected grow house would definitely throw the authorities off the trail, though.
August 10, 2011 at 2:50 pm
My soul mate DOES exist! **FLAILING WILDLY**
August 10, 2011 at 2:51 pm
No, unconventional poster…thank YOU.
August 10, 2011 at 2:54 pm
Incidentally, I read THE WHOLE pikachu posting, and saw no mention at all of this:
http://blogs.laweekly.com/stylecouncil/2011/07/gender_bent_justice_league.php
Scantily-Clad Men, y’all. (and, for the straight gents, Batma’am and Superma’am)
August 10, 2011 at 3:20 pm
This is very unrelated but also exceptionally awesome.
August 10, 2011 at 3:53 pm
I know, and I would have put it in the pikachu one, where it would be slightly more related, but no one would see it, and that would be a shame. a SHAME.
August 10, 2011 at 3:30 pm
I always thought Green Arrow was a chick.
August 10, 2011 at 4:58 pm
Don’t forget the Green Lantern for us straight gents too – she could guard me in blackest night for sure
August 10, 2011 at 7:01 pm
I’m sorry, I was distracted by Power Guy.
August 10, 2011 at 5:57 pm
Holy Shit, that was amazeballs!
August 11, 2011 at 6:44 am
Holy Flippin Hell, BatMa’am! I think I just fell madly in lust with Flash!
August 10, 2011 at 2:59 pm
Am I the only one who noticed the musical aspects of this ad and wondered if the poster was Dawg?
August 10, 2011 at 3:55 pm
I wondered that too! The kid needs work!
August 10, 2011 at 5:58 pm
Nope, you’re not. I just wanted to read before I posted anything. Phew.
August 10, 2011 at 3:02 pm
I have to figure out a way to work this agreement into my wedding vows
August 10, 2011 at 3:10 pm
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August 10, 2011 at 3:11 pm
When my 22 year old daughter is done growing up, she’s going to be a pharmacist. She changed her major when she found out how much money a pharmacist makes, even fresh out of college.
Why am I telling you this?
Because she’ll want to know about this so she can finally own her own dinosaur.
August 10, 2011 at 3:33 pm
Yeah, well, when I started law school they told me that lawyers make six figures! Right out of school! No big deal! They told me this and I believed them.
Now I’ve got six figures worth of student debt and Legal Aid isn’t even hiring. I just applied to work at Starbucks.
Which is just to say: tell your daughter to make sure she wants to be a goddamn pharmacist for more than the money. Because that could change seriously fucking fast.
August 10, 2011 at 3:54 pm
STOP KILLING MY BABY’S DREAMS!
No, really, she’s actually got a decent plan going on. Good head on her shoulders. And she won’t have any school debt. That’s what a kid gets when their father is a 100% service-connected disabled veteran.
“Sorry we fucked up your father for your entire life! By the way, here’s a monthly stipend for going to school and FAFSA takes care of your tuition because your dad never made enough money to disqualify yourself!” — The United States Government
August 10, 2011 at 4:55 pm
If she becomes a retail pharmacist, she should apply to Costco. They pay their Pharm team the best. The worst: CVS. And best self-esteem for a retail pharmacy is Walgreens.
August 10, 2011 at 5:45 pm
My Sister-in-Law is a pharmacist. She was hired right out of school by Walgreen’s, and got a $90,000 sign on bonus. She and my BIL had enough money to buy a nice home. So yes, pharmacy is the career to get into!
August 10, 2011 at 6:11 pm
I’m sorry! I just have a lot of RAGE. Forgive me?
August 10, 2011 at 11:05 pm
I worked in retail pharmacy for 10 years and I never wanted to actually be the pharmacist. They have so much stress their job totally sucks. A lot of them get burned out. People who can hack the pharmacist job really have nerves of steel and awesome interpersonal skills, on top of concentration and attention to detail. Just think to yourself “could I poison someone today if I don’t concentrate perfectly on my job?” That’s a question pharmacists ask themselves every day.
August 10, 2011 at 3:12 pm
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August 10, 2011 at 4:23 pm
I’m pretty sure they don’t give a shit.
August 10, 2011 at 3:20 pm
I think Ill just go down to Dollar Tree and pick up a five-pack of plastic dinosaurs. Less messy this way…And sex-stuff can be invoked.
August 10, 2011 at 3:23 pm
Does this person live in your house for the “dinosaur year?” How annoying would that get? I mean, it would be kind of cool for a party, I suppose, but the joke would get old.
What if I can’t stand having the dinosaur around after a couple of months? Couldn’t I just rent out one of my properties to this person and kick out the illegal tenants? And why are the illegal tenants whining about rats in the walls? What sort of landlord am I, anyway? Oh, God! I’m a slumlord, and I didn’t even know it! *sob*
August 10, 2011 at 4:45 pm
I’m going to guess “on call” means no, he doesn’t live with you, but if you feel like laughing at a dancing dinosaur in your living room at 3:00 in the morning or something, you text him and he gets his ass over there.
August 10, 2011 at 7:08 pm
I’m working on a mild migraine. But I read that as “And why are the rats whining about illegal tenants in the walls.”
I probably should go to bed. Yeah…
August 10, 2011 at 3:24 pm
Authentic dinosaur noises? I will not accept that he is making authentic dinosaur noises until he can also provide a time machine to take me back to the Mesozoic for a listen.
And I’d totally make him be a pterodactyl. Mostly so I can show off that I know how to spell pterodactyl.
August 10, 2011 at 3:27 pm
If said time machine is provided can I buy a ticket?
August 10, 2011 at 3:27 pm
I vote for a brachylophosaurus. The Elvis of dinosaurs!
August 10, 2011 at 5:07 pm
LIOPLUERODON OR NOTHING!
August 10, 2011 at 6:10 pm
There was a sushi place I went to that had liopluerodon on the menu. Had I seen that before I ordered, I so would have got it.
August 12, 2011 at 6:40 pm
is it a MAGICAL liopluerodon???
August 10, 2011 at 6:00 pm
Just don’t step on that fucking butterfly.
August 11, 2011 at 10:25 am
A time MACHINE sounds so artificial, these days…
August 10, 2011 at 7:11 pm
Weren’t alligators around then? I know they make noise.
Also: toads squeak. My dog thinks they’re squeaky toys, and will chase them down so she can poke them. Maybe dinos squeaked.
August 10, 2011 at 8:36 pm
When my brother and I were kids, we’d collect toads from the sand piles at the local golf course, and bring them home to release in our yard.
Happiness is a bucket full of peeping toads.
August 11, 2011 at 7:02 pm
Luuuuuucky. My mom never let me touch toads. And she knows EVERYTHING. (Seriously. I don’t believe in psychics, but I believe in mom.)
August 11, 2011 at 8:35 am
My aunt’s dog played with toads until one peed while it was in his mouth. An effective defense mechanism, Mr. Toad. You win this round.
August 10, 2011 at 3:26 pm
No sex stuff? Please. We’re talking about a market where honest-to-god crack shacks sell for $1,000,000+. There will be sex stuff.
August 10, 2011 at 3:30 pm
Somehow I just can’t get the melody from “Father Figure” by George Michael out of my head! I wrote a song about it, wanna hear it hear it goes:
I will be your dinosaur
your tiny kids I’d like to mind
Watchdog or washer of dishes
Anything you have in mind
I will be your dinosaur
I have had enough of rent
I will hatch an egg for you
if you are inclined
I will be your reptile
I will be your Barney
I’ll be your Dino
I just won’t do no kinky stuff
I hope you don’t mind
Am I the only one who wants a sampler that says “I will be your dinosaur?”
August 10, 2011 at 3:50 pm
“I will be your dinosaur” may be one of the most romantic things I’ve ever heard.
Considering all the sampler-worthy quips we discover/create through Regretsy, I wish someone would at least design the samplers and sell the patterns in April’s Army. I’m too lazy to design, but I’d make the sampler for myself.
August 10, 2011 at 7:14 pm
Vancouver Dawg should get right on this song!
August 10, 2011 at 3:31 pm
I’m pretty sure that writing “no sex stuff” in a craigslist ad means “lots of sex stuff, and I’m bringing my friends and the midget from the bodega I just bought these expired Sparks at.” At least that’s how it always ends up for me
August 10, 2011 at 3:36 pm
Oh my god, I’m dying.
August 10, 2011 at 3:39 pm
Is there a doctor in the house?! My CPR is expired and legally, I cant help you.
August 10, 2011 at 3:39 pm
I will be your dinosaur
your tiny kids I’d like to mind
Watchdog or washer of dishes
Anything you have in mind
I will be your dinosaur
I have had enough of rent
I will hatch an egg for you
if you are inclined
I will be your reptile
I will be your Barney
I’ll be your Dino
I just won’t do no kinky stuff
I hope you don’t mind
Can we get a “I will be your dinosaur” sampler?
August 10, 2011 at 3:43 pm
Doh! Meant to add, while reading the Craigslist ad the tune to George Michael’s “Father Figure” kept running through my head so I had to play with the lyrics;)
August 10, 2011 at 3:46 pm
Oh, god. Anderson is real.
August 10, 2011 at 3:49 pm
Rawr, rarawr rararararawr rawr rra rawr rawr rawr rarawr? Douchcanoe raw rarw RRRAWWR!
August 11, 2011 at 7:20 am
I saw that and thought “A dinosaur that sings Lady Gaga?” That would be pretty cool, actually.
August 10, 2011 at 3:51 pm
This seems reasonable. Vancouver is a very expensive place to live.
August 10, 2011 at 3:52 pm
August 10, 2011 at 4:01 pm
RAWR!
It means “I’mma eat you” in dinosaur.
August 10, 2011 at 3:57 pm
August 11, 2011 at 6:26 am
WANT! Excellent costume
August 10, 2011 at 4:08 pm
well i was sold til he said no sex stuff. the search continues….
August 11, 2011 at 6:26 am
Try Fetlife.com?
August 10, 2011 at 4:25 pm
*sigh* Vancouver only. And I could use a dinosaur, because I certainly can’t use my rental property.
August 10, 2011 at 4:26 pm
It’s an awesome offer, but all I can think is that five minutes in you’ll be shouting “curse your sudden but inevitable betrayal”
August 10, 2011 at 6:06 pm
Win.
August 10, 2011 at 4:39 pm
One thing this person clearly doesn’t understand is that though one may own the home, that doesn’t mean there aren’t any costs. Property taxes, trash, garden, sewer/water, etc. Are all things that are often covered under rent, including the replacement of appliances.
But when you own a house, you’re on your own. When something breaks, good luck. You get to pay for everything.
And if it’s a condo or townhouse, or in an “association”, there are communal association dues in excess of these expenses. There really is no escape from “rent”. It just morphs into a different form. And the days of buying a property and letting the next purchaser essentially cover your costs are well over.
Houses are a highly illiquid asset that are currently not exactly hot. So the fantasy of home ownership falls to earth quickly when one realizes that even without a mortgage, it’s still expensive to live in a house you own.
Better to mooch off another homeowner, if you can pull that off.
August 10, 2011 at 5:01 pm
Thanks. I needed to see that as my rent is due tomorrow.
Ironically, it’s equal to the amount of my mortgage on my house that my ex found a loophole in our divorce agreement to kick myself and his children out of…but that’s another story for a less happy place
I laughed when he had to paint my beautiful red kitchen walls three or four times over to get them back to the lame-ass white that defines his personality though
/end tangent
August 10, 2011 at 5:17 pm
You’re right, katfud, but getting a house in exchange for one year of (bizarre) work is still a pretty sweet deal, even though it doesn’t mean “no housing expenses, ever, for the rest of your life.”
August 20, 2011 at 10:55 am
That is true in most cities, but you should look at the stats for the cost of living in Vancouver and the average price of a stater home. The ridiculousness of the craigslist post is far overshadowed by the reality of those numbers.
August 10, 2011 at 4:49 pm
am i the only one who thought of pterodactyl porn? yeah google it haha
August 10, 2011 at 5:10 pm
Serious inquiries only. HA! But as my Gramma always said, “Can’t blame a person for trying.”
August 10, 2011 at 5:13 pm
I hope the poster gets his house: such awesomeness merits it…
August 10, 2011 at 5:26 pm
I wish I had an extra house laying around so I could hire this person. I want my own personal dinosaur to scare my neighbors so. damn. much.
August 10, 2011 at 5:31 pm
This guy/girl/Brontosaurus needs Dawg to write them an advertising jingle.
August 10, 2011 at 6:08 pm
This.
August 10, 2011 at 5:56 pm
This is why I love living in Vancity.
August 10, 2011 at 6:07 pm
August 10, 2011 at 7:25 pm
I want this so badly.
August 10, 2011 at 8:45 pm
God, I want this for my apartment door. My neighbors don’t think I’m weird enough yet.
August 10, 2011 at 6:32 pm
I would insist on a Tyrannosaur as my Personal Dinosaur. And I would also insist this guy shorten his Forearms accordingly.
August 10, 2011 at 7:15 pm
Ooo! You should make him scavenge for road kill for his food too!
August 10, 2011 at 6:40 pm
I know a house in Southern California that’s looking for a dinosaur, but it’s the pits.
August 10, 2011 at 7:24 pm
Ba-dum-TISH.
August 10, 2011 at 7:38 pm
A dinosaur? really?? I would have offered my services as a polyamorous unicorn.
August 11, 2011 at 7:27 am
*gigglesnort* Seems fair; dinosaurs and poly unicorns are supposed to be equally rare (though I actually know one or two).
August 10, 2011 at 9:09 pm
I really hope this guy gets his wish! I live in Vancouver and I would very much like to see someone walking a triceratops around town or playing frisbee with their pachycephalosaurus at the park.
Yippy ankle-biter dogs better watch the fuck out or get trampled.
August 10, 2011 at 10:29 pm
FTS! Ankylo- and Stego- FTW! (My faves, lol. YMMV.)
August 11, 2011 at 12:17 am
Too many acronyms for my dinosaur-sized brain.
August 11, 2011 at 12:20 am
By that I mean itty bitty, not mondo huge like a whole dinosaur. That is all.
August 11, 2011 at 1:27 am
The recession is hitting hard. In Canada too.
August 11, 2011 at 7:01 am
Maybe I missed it, but nobody posted the link?
Obvious, but necessary
Walk the Dinosaur
August 11, 2011 at 12:14 pm
So thats how to avoid messes on the carpet…
August 11, 2011 at 3:32 pm
OMG I wish I were in Vancouver… I would love to have a personal dino for a year!!! hehehe…oh the things I would do. OOoooh I would have him at my wedding!