FS: Dries Van Noten Boots (sz. 41.5)

[A Fellow Linguist]

Dear SuFu,

I'm selling a beautiful pair of brown Dries Van Noten boots in size 41.5. Selling these is seriously breaking my heart. Lovely shape, cap toe, two types of gorgeous, soft, brown leather for a neat-o contrast effect, and a totally rad belt-type closure at the top. I bought these from Zamb on StyleZeitgeist, who took excellent care of them. I myself have only worn them once, for about half a day. Soles and heels are in good condition, and have rubber protective coverings. I would love to keep them but they just don't fit my feet well. They are size 41.5 but I think they fit larger than that, maybe comparable to a US9 or 9.5. Made in Italy.

Take a gander at these beauties:

Now $120 shipped to the lower 48, but feel free to send an offer.

[A Fellow Linguist]

How do you kill a circus?

Go for the juggler.

[A Fellow Linguist]

A woman walks into a bar and asks the bartender for a double entendre.

So he gave it to her.

[A Fellow Linguist]

How do you find Will Smith in the snow?

Look for fresh prints.

[A Fellow Linguist]

My doctor said I have to stop masturbating.

When I asked why he said 'Because I'm trying to examine you.'

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Have you heard the joke about the three holes in the ground?

Well, Well, Well...

[A Fellow Linguist]

What's black, white, and red all over?

Early Russian cinema.

(Price Drop)

[A Fellow Linguist]

What will happen when Satan goes bald?

There'll be Hell toupee.

[A Fellow Linguist]

A duck walks into a costume shop. "Give me a fake beard" he says, "and put it on my bill."

(Price drop)

[A Fellow Linguist]

A man goes to the doctor and says,

'Doc, my arm feels funny'

The doctor looks at the man’s arm and remarks 'Humerus?’

[A Fellow Linguist]

A man working in a glasses factory fell into the lens-grinding machine and made quite a spectacle of himself.

[A Fellow Linguist]

I had a joke about a suicide cult but the punchline was too long.

[A Fellow Linguist]

Why do chicken coops have two doors?

Because if it had four doors it would be a Chicken Sedan.

(Price drop)

[A Fellow Linguist]

A man is walking through the woods at night with an 8 year old boy.

The boy looks up at the man and says "I'm scared."

The man looks down at the boy and says "You're scared? I have to walk back out of these woods by myself!"

[ChaseDizzy]

they pretty, wish they were smaller. lovin the jokes too. someone buy them please, they're sooo cheap.

[A Fellow Linguist]

A family of potatoes was sitting around the dinner table one night, when the oldest daughter says, "Guess what! I'm getting married!"

"Oh, that's wonderful news," says the mother, "who are you marrying?"

"I'm marrying a russet."

"Oh," says dad, "That's a fiiiine tater."

A few days later, the middle daughter announces, "Guess what! I'm getting married too!"

"Oh," says mom, "this is incredible! Who are you marrying?"

"I'm marrying a Yukon gold."

"Oh," says dad, "that's a fiiiine tater."

A few days go by, and the youngest daughter speaks up. "Guess what! Yep! I'm also getting married."

"Oh my word!" says mom, "Who are YOU marrying?"

"Dan Rather."

A hush falls over the table.

"Dan Rather?" says dad. "Why, he's just a commentator."

[A Fellow Linguist]

Somebody buy the boots, I'm running out of jokes.

Quite a number of years ago, the Seattle Symphony was doing Beethoven's Symphony No. 9 under the baton of Milton Katims.

Now at this point, you must understand two things:

1. There's a quite long segment in this symphony where the basses don't have a thing to do. Not a single note for page after page.

2. There used to be a tavern called Dez's 400, right across the street from the Seattle Opera House, rather favored by local musicians.

It had been decided that during this performance, once the bass players had played their parts in the opening of the symphony, they were to quietly lay down their instruments and leave the stage, rather than sit on their stools looking and feeling dumb for twenty minutes. Once they got backstage, someone suggested that they trot across the street and quaff a few brews.

When they got there, a European nobleman recognized that they were musicians, and bought them several rounds of drinks. Two of the bassists passed out, and the rest of the section, not to mention the nobleman, were rather drunk. Finally, one of them looked at his watch and exclaimed, "Look at the time! We'll be late!"

The remaining bassists tried in vain to wake up their section mates, but finally those who were still conscious had to give up and run across the street to the Opera House.

While they were on their way in, the bassist who suggested this excursion in the first place said, "I think we'll still have enough time--I anticipated that something like this could happen, so I tied a string around the last pages of the score. When he gets down to there, Milton's going to have to slow the tempo way down while he waves the baton with one hand and fumbles with the string with the other."

Sure enough, when they got back to the stage they hadn't missed their entrance, but one look at their conductor's face told them they were still in serious trouble. Katims was furious! After all...

It was the bottom of the Ninth, the basses were loaded, the score was tied, there were two men out, and the Count was full.

(Price Drop)

[Desi]

they are too big.

[A Fellow Linguist]

Know what I just don't understand?

Portuguese. Not a word of it.

(Price drop. This just ain't funny.)

[A Fellow Linguist]

Out of jokes bump.

[A Fellow Linguist]

Buuuump? Someone help me fund future purchases.