
A few months have passed since we last checked in on the insane world of Craigslist postings, but 2013 finally has its first, “You’ve got to be kidding me” post of the year, and it comes to us from the lovely hamlet of Kempsville, Virginia. If you’re unfamiliar with Kempsville – first of all, get out and travel, you recluse – it is a quaint borough of Virginia Beach, which is the largest city in the Mother of States.
But you didn’t come here for a geography lesson, you came here for some good, old-fashioned Craigslist pervertedness and boy do we have a doozie for you today. Normally, I’d expect this kind of post in the Casual Encounters section, but I just assume that this couple’s request was meant to be offered out to the more open-minded people of the “Activity Partners” community. Especially those who love to dress up and watch people get it on.
Middle aged bored couple (Kempsville)
Both male and female late 40′s seek adventurous couple for fun times. We seek another couple for a night of fun so we can check off another on our bucket list. We would like the man to dress up and play the part of Pat Robertson and the female to wear a tight blue dress and act like she is a sales spokesperson on Home Shopping channel. My husband I would be naked and making love in our bed all the while Pat Robertson will be constantly attempting to save our souls and the female to have ongoing dialogue trying to sell us an Ab Rocket in 3 easy payments. We are open to possibly videoing the event as long as each of you sign a disclaimer. Pl;ease place the word “damnation” as subject line
I always find the use of “Bucket List” to be a little depressing, because it’s basically a death checklist and I’d like to think that when my dying day comes in 40 or 50 years, some nerdy scientist is going to bust into the room and shout, “We did it, you’re immortal!” Then me and my 19-year old girlfriend will high five and grab some Jimmy John’s.
As for this couple, who among us hasn’t at least considered bringing in another couple to shout at us while we’re having sex? What concerns me, though, is the thought of watching infomercials during sex, because I’d probably just stop and buy everything. I mean, have you seen the Ab Rocket? It’s incredible!



I don’t know what the sponsorship level/reward’s official title is, but I’m pretty sure that if you donate enough money to pro-life/anti-gay/etc. foundations you get to actually join the “700 Club” which is basically what the couple above described. Or so I hear, anyway.
It’s unclear at this time what the tie-in is with the euphemism, but it’s not as if Robertson has a history of making sense any way.
When I was a little kid, I’d always wake up first on Sunday mornings and watch TV. But since the good cartoons were on Saturday, all that was on was religious programming. I remember always seeing the 700 Club and thinking, “That’s got to be the most important club ever.”
I would be stuck watching it at the sitter’s house during the summer when I was off school but the folks had to work and I love my sitter- she’s a saint and she was the first person to show me Ghostbusters when I was 5 – but the fact that she forced the other kids and myself to watch 700 Club instead of any one of the hundreds of VHS tapes she had for our entertainment. She also made us listen to vinyl records that were The Chipmunks covering Beatles songs before nap time.
Wait a minute, maybe my sitter wasn’t that great.
Also: What the shit does “700 Club” even mean?
Ah, the old hometown doing me proud.
To be fair, if you’re looking for a redneck in the tourist trap that is Virginia Beach (I love the place, but every summer is like “Invasion of the Anglo-families”), you start in Kempsville, work your way over to the Oceanfront, double back to the Naval Station, and repeat.
I read the title of this post: “A Couple Used Craigslist To Fulfill Their Robert Pattinson Sex Fantasy” and I was like, eh, that’s really not THAT unexpected.
Also, we don’t know that their fantasy was necessarily *fulfilled*.
Damn, I want some Jimmie John’s.
Wow. Between this, the lion dog, and the City of Norfolk being voted 2nd drunkest city in the country, its nice to see my area finally get the recognition it so richly deserves.
757 FTW
There was some old B movie where all these girls surrounded a couple a chanted “do it again! harder!” over and over again. That’s the only thing I’d be able to do in that situation that doesn’t involve grabbing the chick in the blue dress, taking a swig of Jack, hopping on an ATV and flying out of the room screaming.