Okay, this post admittedly has NOTHING to do with resumes, but this guy's sense of humor was BEYOND AWESOME, so I figured if you like me and my warped sense of humor, I'd be doing a disservice to my readers by NOT sharing this Craigslist posting with you.
Slight back story- my husband got himself a really cool bike this Christmas. It's a 1965 Honda S90.
Here's a pic of it:
So while he found his gem of a bike on ebay, he spent many a night on Craigslist, hunting down his future sweet ride.
Here's a copy of the posting for the ad on Craigslist that has since been pulled as the bike was sold.
Prepare to spit your beverage of choice out all over your computer screen.
(Can't say I didn't warn you...)
Sick Ass 1971 Honda CB350 - $2300 Sherman Oaks, CA
"Hey there junior badass, ever feel like there's a caged animal trapped inside of you?
Only one cure for that: getting a fucking sick motorcycle. A 1971 Honda CB350. This golden lady will get you to work like a full-blown go hard, transport you and your shotgun through the zombie apocalypse, and give you a new platform for barreling down the boulevard with the wind tearing at your clothes screaming, "I AM ALIVE!" on the way to fucking bikram yoga.
Runs like corn through a goose. Engine rebuilt a year ago with ~400 miles on it since then.
I put new tires on the old girl, because you don't deprive a classy lady of classy shoes. I gave her a new chain because she needed some fucking jewelry.
Electric start, kickstart, fucking push start, you name it.
Why am I selling it? Cos being alive rules, and I'm far too gnarly of a dude to have a motorcycle. I see a ramp, I'm gonna hit that motherfucker going 300mph, backflip over the 405.
$2300 gets you the Golden Lady, two helmets, some fucking saddlebags, a shop manual, a quart of oil (plus all the oil that's up in her right now), a full tank of PREMIUM MOTHERFUCKING GASOLINE (91 octaaaaaaannneeee), some links to my favorite YouTube videos, a short story about robots, a cup of coffee with me, and whatever kind of donut you want."
Now THAT'S the way to write a motherfucking Craigslist posting!
Peace out my peeps!
Slight back story- my husband got himself a really cool bike this Christmas. It's a 1965 Honda S90.
Here's a pic of it:
So while he found his gem of a bike on ebay, he spent many a night on Craigslist, hunting down his future sweet ride.
Here's a copy of the posting for the ad on Craigslist that has since been pulled as the bike was sold.
Prepare to spit your beverage of choice out all over your computer screen.
(Can't say I didn't warn you...)
Sick Ass 1971 Honda CB350 - $2300 Sherman Oaks, CA
"Hey there junior badass, ever feel like there's a caged animal trapped inside of you?
Only one cure for that: getting a fucking sick motorcycle. A 1971 Honda CB350. This golden lady will get you to work like a full-blown go hard, transport you and your shotgun through the zombie apocalypse, and give you a new platform for barreling down the boulevard with the wind tearing at your clothes screaming, "I AM ALIVE!" on the way to fucking bikram yoga.
Runs like corn through a goose. Engine rebuilt a year ago with ~400 miles on it since then.
I put new tires on the old girl, because you don't deprive a classy lady of classy shoes. I gave her a new chain because she needed some fucking jewelry.
Electric start, kickstart, fucking push start, you name it.
Why am I selling it? Cos being alive rules, and I'm far too gnarly of a dude to have a motorcycle. I see a ramp, I'm gonna hit that motherfucker going 300mph, backflip over the 405.
$2300 gets you the Golden Lady, two helmets, some fucking saddlebags, a shop manual, a quart of oil (plus all the oil that's up in her right now), a full tank of PREMIUM MOTHERFUCKING GASOLINE (91 octaaaaaaannneeee), some links to my favorite YouTube videos, a short story about robots, a cup of coffee with me, and whatever kind of donut you want."
Now THAT'S the way to write a motherfucking Craigslist posting!
Peace out my peeps!
Oh my god, that is AWESOME!! I have never ever wanted a motorcycle in my life, but right now I feel like I NEED that classy lady. We are soul mates. I really hope that guy is in sales, because hell yeah.
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