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Declassified: Beware the Zombiebin
In this week's Declassified, we evaluate many intriguing life-improvement opportunities.
In any other context, a subject line like that would be the preface to an apology, but on Craigslist it’s the perfect segue into a plea for a couple months’ worth of no-strings sex.
The easiest way to tell a person who follows through on his ideas from one who doesn’t is to look at how much money he’s willing to give the person he hires to build out the social media start-up he thought up while in the shower. If the answer is “no pay,” then he’s probably one of those people who thinks coming up with a concept is the hard part.
There are many strange things about this post, but what gets me is how lucid it is. Who would dream up a scheme like this other than some kind of crazy meth head? And yet the sentence structure is good, and the scarcity of typos indicates that it wasn’t written by someone with trembling, pus-encrusted fingers.
Are girls still unattractive if someone is attracted to them? This is how Zen koans are born.
I’ve got just the guy for you!
ZOMBIEBIN ZOMBIEBIN ZOMBIEBIN!
A lot of people do a lot of weird stuff on the internet, and ground zero for commercial e-weirdness is Craigslist. In Declassified, Torontoist combs over our city’s listings to find the best (and worst) of the bunch. Find listings we should include in our next edition? Email them to [email protected].