Thursday, June 05, 2008

How Do You Start A Flood?


Huge business fire raging near Florin Mall
By Ryan Lillis - rlillis@sacbee.com
Published 12:58 pm PDT Thursday, June 5, 2008
Sacramento firefighters are battling a massive blaze at a business in south Sacramento.
The three-alarm fire broke out just after 12:30 p.m. in the Nails Depot at 6960 65th Street near Florin Mall, said Capt. Jeff Lynch with the Sacramento Metropolitan Fire District.

Lynch said part of the building's roof collapsed and was unsure whether anyone had been injured. He said firefighters had been on the roof and had scaled back into a defensive mode against the fire.


CRE overhang eliminated.

12 comments:

Property Flopper said...

FIRST you need a trickle, then the flood follows.

Casey Serin said...

Robbo asks, "How do you start a flood?"

Answer: You break down the dam wall... nyuk nyuk nyuk. ;-)

wagga said...

@kc:

A doctor vacationing on the Riviera met an old lawyer friend and asked him what he was doing there.
The lawyer replied, "Remember that lousy real estate I bought in Sacramento?. Well, it caught fire, so here I am with the fire insurance proceeds. What are you doing here?"

The doctor replied, "Remember that lousy real estate I had in Mississippi?. Well, the river overflowed, and here I am with the flood insurance proceeds."

The lawyer looked puzzled. "Gee," he asked, "how do you start a flood?"

wagga said...

@Dawg:

Very glad & relieved that you didn't have a snarkectomy.

Rob Dawg said...

... snarkectomy...

On the contrary you could say things about icewater in my veins and heartless now. Good to see I'm not the only one who knows the joke.

wagga said...

...Jokes...

We could post all the sheep jokes, but it might well make kc uncomfortable... Or aroused.

Casey Serin said...

We could post all the sheep jokes, but it might well make kc uncomfortable

Don't be such a baa-aa-aa-aad boy. ;-)

wagga said...

@cs:

We were wondering if you could tell that joke in 5 lines.

Akubi said...

Sheep jokes?
When I went on one of those typical youthful, discovery road-trips across the country, I found the meaning of America in some bar in the middle of nowhere that only served crappy beer and hotdogs: Sheep. They were going on and on about who took {insert some woman’s name] home. I believe the sheep was named Betty. Of course there was also a pig named Lily or something too. When I first walked in I felt that they may have considered me another clueless, pale, anemic, arugula eater from SFBayArea (which I am) who they would prefer to get the flying F out of their bar. However, I like to listen – and I can consume an extraordinary amount of beer (especially when it’s crappy) for my size. In the process I learned that SF Bay Area has a lot of troublesome markets, but is very behind on the bestiality market.
In other news, I love the Sheep Man.
P.S. I hate Pat Buchanan. He is an idiot.

Casey Serin said...

wagga, too tired to do a sheep-sex limerick right now, so to sum up the joke in two words: "Fuck ewe". ;-)

Northern Renter said...

(And now the punch line to the best sheep bestiality joke).

"Ha ha ha! You picked an ugly one!"

NR

aaron said...

buy 1 get 1 free....on houses

http://www.reuters.com/article/businessNews/idUSN0339643220080603


what a marketing genius! ;)