Hook for my hot new rap song

It called Shell Gas station on RT 153 - m4w - 44 (Harford Co.):

You ask me what my name.
while I was leave the store.
You pass me on 95 Highway with a smile.
Would love to hear from you.

best-of-craigslist

Updated!!

One day I'll make it on here. But I haven't posted anything to Craigslist yet besides some really depressing ads for shit like mulching and landscaping. Oh! Which I do quite well! Oh. But it's too late in the season.

Anyway, I'm really pleased with the handful of new posts nominated to the best-of. Hard to say, but "Missed connection with the person who smashed my windshield," "me: intellectually/sexually frustrated; you: unsexy barista - w4m," and "need someone to sit on lap," I found particularly poignant.

I want to respond to these people with some simple and knowing kudos, but I'd feel weird. And the only one nearby is from Baltimore, the charmlessly all-caps "I GOT SOMEONES DEAD GRANDMOTHER IN URN." It's pretty fucked up. If you're someone I care about, please don't make contact with this person.

Lawn is crying?

A poem from craigslist:

"Lawn is Crying Help I am cover with leaves? (MD/DC/VA)"

Is the lawn cover with leasves?

The lawn needs a little cutting?

The brushes are running wild and needs to be trimmed?

Beds need to be cleared?

All you landscaping needs can be done with us.

Craigslist

Best-of-craigslist is really good right now. It's my goal to end up on there one day. Or in the missed connections, which I read diligently. Also, casual encounters is fascinating. (What is a "foot slave"?!?!) It's worth it, read this shit.

Sometimes I go on there and read the jokes and haikus, too. But mostly I am on craigslist looking for a fucking job because I am going to die if I don't get one.