Unfortunate questions you find yourself asking...

[dave from knoxville]

worstestest part: it was Mrs Santa.

Fixed

[hugman]

worstestest part: it was Mrs Santa.

Fixed

Bravo.

worstestest part: it was Santa.

Bravoer.

[kittykittymeowmixhead]

"Is this guy for real?"

I posted something on the "free stuff" section of craigslist, and this guy, I won't give his whole email address but it has "skillz" in it, writes:

"o ok neva mind den thanks anywayz"

Which was after:

"Wil this fit a queend size funton mattress and where is is riped and how badd is it riped and can it still close up properkly on the mattress."

[yesno]

As a frequent Craigslist-free-stuff-giver-awayer, I never give my email address.  I usually put the junk outside and provide directions on how to get it.  Once I see it's gone, I take down the ad.

Once I got some people to take away a huge pile of rotten mulch.  That was great.  Another time I had all these bricks.  This one couple drove like 90 mph from the next town over to pick up these precious bricks within 15 minutes of my posting the ad.

[dave from knoxville]

"Is that bigger than it was last week?"

[kittykittymeowmixhead]

I think that's the way to go, yesno. I wanted to donate everything to the Salvation Army but they only come around here once a month (and they just came). I guess I'll just put everything out and put up a curb alert. It's just so satisfying to find people who could actually use your stuff.

[erika]

Yeah... Salvation Army is pretty picky about the furniture they'll take.

[dave from knoxville]

"Why are her hands so large and hairy?"

[kittykittymeowmixhead]

Yeah apparently metal is against their "code." Cannot fathom why. If anything I would think wood would be because it could have bedbugs or something.