My wife asked her rental management when she was in an apartment and was given carte blanche so long as it was neutral. That was 5 years ago though, and she was in a bit of a low-end building.

That's a good point, chris. Not all owners are alike, of course. And especially if you get permission ahead of time it's a whole different kettle of fish.

Well, if I can print or paint an image of the Tardis door on some sort of weather-resistant material, then I'd try that.

I don't think 'TARDIS blue' is a neutral colour, which is a shame. No, being stupid I didn't realise this was a rental we were talking about (I suppose 'apartment' was the clue) so disregard all that I have said.

This thread needs more silly ads.

I don't think 'TARDIS blue' is a neutral colour, which is a shame"


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OP Tipping wrote:Timeless

You did that on purpose didn't you?

Yes.

It was meant to be a joke.

Now you can see her go both ways in Finnish! (and yes, the original ad was moving).


(Quick "I don't know Finnish myself but I can look the words up in Wiktionary" translation: "10 second test: Which direction is the dancer turning?" "To the right" "To the left" "Both directions")

I found this humerus:



(From another forum that has an adult section, so there's ads like that on there)

*crosses legs* *winces*

If we're sharing ads from adult sites, here's one I got awhile ago:



The part that gets me is the sentence just over "Click Here." It makes the porn website/whatever the ad is for sound like some sort of outlet store trying to get rid of excess stock.

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Let's try that again, shall we?

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Zombie Protestor wrote:Cannot unsee image.

Beat me to it.

"Did you know that inside every anvil lives a delicious cheesy casserole?" Not until I went to upload yesterday's (2012/04/02) comic on Photobucket.

I mean, what on earth, Kraft? Are you trying to break my brain? Why anvil, of all things? Why every anvil? Are you selling anvils as an alternative to selling casseroles in more traditional food containers? Why do casseroles live there? Were they stored next to a meteorite "fruitcake", and thus gained sentience? Were they made by someone who does things like, when a recipe calls for eggs, drops them in, shell and all, and when the inevitable reactions came, put it in the refrigerator, behind the mayonnaise, next to the ketchup and to the left of the coleslaw, where it grew into a monster over the course of a few months? Will I make another Garfield & Friends reference? Stay tuned, because the internet totally works like that!