This is the greatest Craigslist add ever!

[Freiwillige]

This showed up in my email box from my mother so I copied and pasted it here for your enjoyment

AN ACTUAL CRAIG'S LIST PERSONALS AD

To the Guy Who Tried to Mug Me in DowntownSavannah night before last.

Date: 2010-09-27, 1:43 a.m. E.S.T.

I was the guy wearing the black Burberry jacket that you demanded that I hand over, shortly after you pulled the knife on me and my girlfriend, threatening our lives. You also asked for my girlfriend's purse and earrings. I can only hope that you somehow come across this rather important message.

First, I'd like to apologize for your embarrassment; I didn't expect you to actually crap in your pants when I drew my pistol after you took my jacket.. The evening was not that cold, and I was wearing the jacket for a reason..my girlfriend was happy that I just returned safely from my 2nd tour as a Combat Marine in Afghanistan .. She had just bought me that Kimber Custom Model 1911 .45 ACP pistol for my birthday, and we had picked up a shoulder holster for it that very evening. Obviously you agree that it is a very intimidating weapon when pointed at your head ... isn't it?!

I know it probably wasn't fun walking back to wherever you'd come from with that brown sludge in your pants. I'm sure it was even worse walking bare-footed since I made you leave your shoes, cell phone, and wallet with me. [That prevented you from calling or running to your buddies to come help mug us again].

After I called your mother or "Momma" as you had her listed in your cell, I explained the entire episode of what you'd done. Then I went and filled up my gas tank as well as those of four other people in the gas station, -- on your credit card. The guy with the big motor home took 153 gallons and was extremely grateful!

I gave your shoes to a homeless guy outside Vinnie Van Go Go's, along with all the cash in your wallet. [That made his day!]

I then threw your wallet into the big pink "pimp mobile" that was parked at the curb .... after I broke the windshield and side window and keyed the entire driver's side of the car.

Later, I called a bunch of phone sex numbers from your cell phone. Ma Bell just now shut down the line, although I only used the phone for a little over a day now, so what 's going on with that? Earlier, I managed to get in two threatening phone calls to the DA's office and one to the FBI, while mentioning President Obama as my possible target.

The FBI guy seemed really intense and we had a nice long chat (I guess while he traced your number etc.).

;In a way, perhaps I should apologize for not killing you ... but I feel this type of retribution is a far more appropriate punishment for your threatened crime. I wish you well as you try to sort through some of these rather immediate pressing issues, and can only hope that you have the opportunity to reflect upon, and perhaps reconsider, the career path you've chosen to pursue in life.. Remember, next time you might not be so lucky. Have a good day!

Thoughtfully yours, Semper Fi,

Alex

[the_tyrant]

I hope this really happened

[Armistead]

Obvious a joke ad or a real dumb marine, calling and acting like a terrorist on someone elses phone, criminal or not, threatening the President would put you away for a long time, not to mention saying that you did it on Craigslist, we'll, evidence enough...

Even marines aren't that dumb...

Overall, I find it a stupid ad trying to promote guns, that would even
embarrass the NRA.


Calm down, I'm all for gun rights, so let's not go there..

[gimpy117]

ahh, and the myth of the lone guy with a gun "saving the day" lives on

[Fish In The Water]

Originally Posted by the_tyrant

I hope this really happened

Sounds a bit contrived, but ya, pretty funny stuff!

[Freiwillige]

Never claimed it was factual, I know how those mass emails work. Still quite humorous though. Made me laugh so I thought I would share. After all were a sharing bunch here aren't we.

[Torplexed]

Ma Bell just now shut down the line, although I only used the phone for a little over a day now, so what 's going on with that?

I guess this is what struck me. The term "Ma Bell" (as in "Mother Bell") was used by the general public to refer to the Bell System decades ago when it still held a complete monopoly over all telephone service in most areas of the United States. I haven't heard it much lately. Seems anachronistic to hear in the age of mobile phones, Verizon, Sprint, etc. Makes me wonder if this is an updated version of an old bit.

[Chad]

Now Torplexed you're showing your age.

I'd expect this from SailorSteve but not you

[Freiwillige]

Originally Posted by Torplexed

I guess this is what struck me. The term "Ma Bell" (as in "Mother Bell") was used by the general public to refer to the Bell System decades ago when it still held a complete monopoly over all telephone service in most areas of the United States. I haven't heard it much lately. Seems anachronistic to hear in the age of mobile phones, Verizon, Sprint, etc. Makes me wonder if this is an updated version of an old bit.

You know I thought about that too but then maybe were seeing too much?
After all he did have a conversation with his "Momma" and his ID so maybe the last name was Bell? Or maybe he meant Bell in the old phone term but in a modern context, after all the sarcasm and wit of this piece shows his intellect.

[Reece]

Most likely made up but funny!!

[Penguin]

The only thing that's new about it is that Obama is now included into the story, however it's still a good one.
Here is my favourite, it apparently appeared on NYC's craigslist for real, don't know about the truth, but it's really worth the read:
(not the most family friendly language)

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NYC Craigslist: To The Hipster Who Slammed His Bicycle Into My Car - 28 (Hipsterville)

http://newyork.craigslist.org/brk/mis/925630332.html

Reply to: pers-925630332@craigslist.org [?]
Date: 2008-11-19, 12:57PM EST

Yesterday, about 11;30 am in Bushwick, about two blocks from the Halsey street stop on the L.

So here I am minding my own business, driving back home to the Island from an appointment.

And here you come, on you "vintage" bike, with a pretty little scarf around your neck and tight adorable little girl pants, white ipod earphones firmly implanted in your ears. You are not looking around too much I assume, as you ignore the fact that YOU have a red light and proceed to do a full frontal collision with my vehicle.

----. I pull over and get out like a good Samaritan I am. Yeah it's about lunch time and I jus drove for an hour and a half each way just to have an hour meeting and haven't eaten since 8 am. But I'm nice like that, I get out and ask you if you are ok and if I need to start calling an ambulance.

Here's where ---- gets f-ed up. Instead of grabbing the hand I offered to help you up, you jump up and punch in the forehead. What the hell? And it just gets worse from here. You must have mistaken my utter frozen expression of amazement as weakness and proceeded to follow it up with something even dumber. You hit me AGAIN, in the shoulder this time and bust out with this line of "You ----ing white trash piece of ---- you hit my bike I'm going to kick the crap out of you, you ----ing redneck".

Now, I'm not a violent man, I'm too old for that, I'm nearing 30. I operate my own company, which is WHY I was out in the middle of the day going through your ----ty neighborhood. And kid, I used to LIVE there, which is why I took the detour to come check out what has happened to my old stomping grounds. Needless to say, you idiot Midwesterner emasculated metrosexual jerkoffs moved in and opened up a coffee shop and what used to be a goddamn CHOP SHOP. What idiot would spend time in an old car shop in the ghetto, don't you mongoloids know anything about toxic fumes? So I was already a in a bad mood, and you just caught me at a perfect time.

So I started hitting you. A lot. And possibly kicking you, I don't know, it got a little blurry for a bit there. And at one time I might have picked you up and tossed you against those old NYPD/NYFD call stations.

Then you started crying like a little fag hipster bitch that you are. I'm not blaming you for that, it looked like it really hurt, man. But what gives you even the slightest IDEA that a guy who has 80+ lbs on you and at least 8+ years, has long hair down to his ass, wearing a flight jacket and combat boots is going to let you hit him? You are 110 lbs MAX and 6 foot tall. I'm 5'10 and a good 180 lbs and I eat my meat and protein before hitting the gym, so I'm obviously even visually MUCH bigger then you. Is it your height, which would explain why you would punch me in the forehead (which incidentally doesn't hurt, in case you ever grow the balls to get in a fight with a man again)? Or was in the fact that I was wearing glasses, which I looked for after they fell off in my rage of boots bouncing off your head? Next time you pick a fight, make sure it's with one of your own kind, the self-loathing socially-awkward losers who pretend they have actually read Nietzsche and Dostoevsky and understood them (I hear they don't actually TEACH anything other then finger-painting at art school though).

And then you, while spitting out bloody mucus (I didn't hit you all that hard, bitch, I've been ----ed up worse in moshpits by friends back in the day) you call to the crack dealers who were watching your beatdown to call the cops.

See there's stupid here on two different levels. First of all, you calling for negros slinging rock on the corner to call the cops? You slow or something? Secondly, while before I was turning away and walking back to my car to go get a Cuban sammich from the place I remember not to far from years ago, now I whipped around twice as pisses and did something I almost feel bad about. I snatched the cell phone from your hand and smashed it on the sidewalk with my boot. I probably should have sold your little iphone toy and paid off my electric bill, but ---- it, I'll work an extra hour or two to make up for it, the pleasure of knowing you cant call anyone to complain is just too much fun.

And you asking the chulo walking by to help you? Not too smart either, his poor broke border-hopping ass just got here last year and then your kind move in and his rent goes up. He ain't going to help you, idiot, he wants you OUT of his hood. But yeah, he probably does speak English, but you screaming that a Nazi is beating on you isn't going to sway him. Nor the black brothas who are still laughing at you and watching their mid-day entertainment of cracka-on-cracka violence.

So here's the moral of this story, you ironic-shirt wearing, rent-raising, liberal hippy Midwestern piece of ---- wanna-be artist. People like me, who grew up in NYC, are and will always be able to whoop your ass. Sure, I wasn't BORN in this city, I came here as a child from a ----ty cold war-era soviet country and grew up in the Bronx, with meanest machete-wielding blackity-black crack-heads on one side and angriest drunkest Irish skinheads on the other of me. Don't hit a guy who offers you a hand of help, I'm going to do a ----ing jig on your skull, boy.

And learn this lesson, kid, I am superior to you not just by the virtue of my rugged good looks, oozing machismo and not living off mommy and daddy like you do, but by the fact that I AM OPERATING A COMBUSTIBLE ENGINE VEHICLE MADE OF TONS OF STEEL. Car wins over a bike, you were THIS close from me killing you, doofus.

And as a side note, what sort of idiot wears an election t-shirt after the election? Yes I know you love your precious Obama, but the dude won, no need to display your zombie-like allegiance to a candidate WEEKS after it's over.

And if you plan on filing a police report, I already called it into my insurance company and have the claim #, you owe me $700+ in bumper replacement.

But I feel bad taking all my frustrations of the day out on you, since you need a new phone, new bike, whatever was in your messenger bag that I heard crunch when I jumped on it and have at least two broken teeth that I saw you spit out. So here's the deal: I have a garage full of older bikes in pretty good shape (I pick them out of the trash and donate them to abandoned children charities, stuff you don't care about). I'm willing to part with one of them so you can get to your art gallery "gig" and make a few bucks for roofies so you can rape that fat short-haired lumpy-looking vegan hipster girl at the rooftop party you'll be attending every night this week in Williamsburg.

I'll be at the Agnostic Front show this Sunday at the Crazy Donkey in Farmingdale (That's on Long Island, ---- exists outside of Brooklyn and LES, go look into it). I'll throw a bike into the back of my car for ya.

Send me a pic and I'll send you mine so we know to look for each other. Just come and say hello at the show and we'll work it out, bro.
Your New Friend

P.S. I accidentally picked up an ipod too that day, which is strange because I never owned one. Bunch of crappy emo music on it, so erased it all and uploaded some Judas Priest, Venom and Slayer onto it. If you ask nicely you can have it back.

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a man after my own taste

[Freiwillige]

Oh yea!

[Growler]

Originally Posted by Torplexed

I guess this is what struck me. The term "Ma Bell" (as in "Mother Bell") was used by the general public to refer to the Bell System decades ago when it still held a complete monopoly over all telephone service in most areas of the United States. I haven't heard it much lately. Seems anachronistic to hear in the age of mobile phones, Verizon, Sprint, etc. Makes me wonder if this is an updated version of an old bit.

Both my parents worked for Bell of Pennsylvania, back in the day. I remember very well the end days of "Ma Bell" and the creation of the "Baby Bells" - it was a lot of long days, late or sleepless nights... and get away with anything we could for my sister and I.