THERE'S A HUGE BLACK MARKET FOR THOSE THINGS
Somebody has stolen a 5-foot distelfink.
(Thanks to Occam's Lady Schick)
Post a comment
Your Information
(Name is required. Email address will not be displayed with the comment.)
« Previous | Main | Next »
November 22, 2009
Comments
You can follow this conversation by subscribing to the comment feed for this post.
Verify your Comment
Previewing your Comment
Your comment could not be posted. Error type:
Your comment has been posted. Post another comment
As a final step before posting your comment, enter the letters and numbers you see in the image below. This prevents automated programs from posting comments.
Having trouble reading this image? View an alternate.
With the aid of an informant formerly known as Willy "Big Bratwurst" Sauerkopf, now in the federal witness protection program, the FBI has obtained a confession to this theft from Horst "The Dachsund" Obersnorker. Obersnorker told agents that the distelfink, worth an estimated 400 Euros on the European black market, had already been spirited to a mountain hideaway in Switzerland. A Swiss police spokesman, Lt. Dieter Wankelmotor, said that a little-known Amish-Swiss crime network, known as the Edelweissguys, is responsible for numerous such thefts throughout the northeastern and midwestern United States.
Posted by: Meanie the Blue | November 22, 2009 at 10:07 AM
Lol, meanie. Didn't George Segal star in a remake of a Humphrey Bogart classic about this?
Posted by: SW | November 22, 2009 at 11:12 AM
They'll catch the thief. The Amish community has already texted all their contacts, and put this all over Twitter.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | November 22, 2009 at 11:18 AM
It's made of plywood, so it's not a proper distelfink.
Posted by: padraig | November 22, 2009 at 11:35 AM
Distelfink? I knew a girl whose fist did stink, but we won't go into that.
Posted by: SW | November 22, 2009 at 11:49 AM
Maybe he shouldn't keep his distlefinks in the driveway.
Posted by: nursecindy | November 22, 2009 at 12:32 PM
Once while attempting to inspect a Mennonite food producer, his daughter told me that he wasn't home, that he had gone down the road to a "Frolic". Well, I just had to go.
This turned out to be a type of barn-raising. It was fun to watch but it wasn't anything like what I'd been imagining.
By the way, you haven't lived until you've seen a horse-powered bread dough mixer. Think tread mill.
Posted by: Steve | November 22, 2009 at 01:37 PM
Distlefink
Was a friend of mine
doo-doo-doo-doo
Posted by: SW | November 22, 2009 at 02:01 PM
Why do distelfinks suddenly disappear
Every time you are near?
Just like me, cops seem to be
Closing in on you.
Why do Hex signs seem to go away
Every time you have a stay?
Just like me, cops seem to be
Closing in on you.
On the day that you arrived
Local Amish got suspicious
And decided to create a task force just for you
So they planted wires in your buggy, got your
Prints, and read your mail for clues.
That is why all the cops in town
Follow you all around.
Just like me, they seem to be
Closing in on you.
Wahhhhhhhhhhh ah-ah-ah-ahhhhhhh, closing in on you......
Posted by: Meanie the Blue | November 22, 2009 at 03:00 PM
Another useful addition to my vocabulary. Thanks, Amish
Posted by: Clankazoid | November 22, 2009 at 03:24 PM
*snork* at meanie...
distelfink
5 foot tall
keep old scratch down
if he comes to call
it's a knick-knack that attacks
leave it the hell alone
distelfink
ain't coming home!
Posted by: insomniac | November 22, 2009 at 06:25 PM
Distelfink
All my troubles far away, I think
Everything gone but the kitchen sink
Oh how I miss
My distelfink
Posted by: SW | November 22, 2009 at 07:02 PM
*snorks* to the poemists!
Posted by: NotSherly | November 23, 2009 at 08:01 AM