Craigslist status: access issues and outage reports

Problems in the last 24 hours

The graph below depicts the number of Craigslist reports received over the last 24 hours by time of day. When the number of reports exceeds the baseline, represented by the red line, an outage is determined.

Most Reported Problems

The following are the most recent problems reported by Craigslist users through our website.

• Errors (63%)
• Website Down (25%)
• Sign in (13%)

Live Outage Map

The most recent Craigslist outage reports came from the following cities:

City	Problem Type	Report Time
Aurora	Sign in	1 month ago
Oklahoma City	Website Down	1 month ago
Columbus	Errors	2 months ago
Juneau	Errors	2 months ago
Juneau	Errors	2 months ago
Allentown	Website Down	3 months ago

Full Outage Map

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Craigslist Issues Reports

Latest outage, problems and issue reports in social media:

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  Leo (@LeoExisting) reported 2 minutes ago

  @lalalvsz @eternallyevii Maybe check your local marketplace (Facebook, Craigslist, etc) I’ve found some cheaper ones that just really need to be wiped down

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  Ancient Bitcoin Man (@goodfella909) reported 5 minutes ago

  @BTCWealthWar you earned my follow, I find broken washers and dryers all the time on craigslist for free, the older ones are easy to fix and flip.

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  Todd S. Howard (@ToddHowardSigma) reported 5 minutes ago

  @TheLastKekker If Facebook marketplace goes down will Craigslist take its place?

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  Sohail Iqbal (@siqbal22) reported 6 minutes ago

  Sell home goods, furniture, and electronics locally 2–4 weeks before listing by using platforms like Facebook Marketplace, Nextdoor, or Craigslist for quick, high-volume sales. For high-value, high-end items or extensive collections, hire an estate sale professional. Prioritize creating a neutral, decluttered, and bright home environment to appeal to buyers. [1, 2, 3, 4] Top Local Sales Strategies: Facebook Marketplace (Recommended): Best for furniture, electronics, and large household items. Good for rapid transactions. Craigslist: Efficient for furniture and tech, attracting local, direct-sale buyers. Nextdoor: Excellent for reaching neighbors who can easily pick up items. OfferUp: Another user-friendly app for local furniture and electronics, say. [1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6] Tips for Maximizing Value & Efficiency: Bundle Items: Group small kitchen tools, office supplies, or decorative items to sell them faster. Pricing: Check "completed listings" on sites like eBay to set realistic, competitive prices. Clearance: Consider hosting a garage sale for a one-day purge, suggests. Safety: Meet in public places if possible, or ensure someone is home during local pickups. Donate/Junk Removal: Use charities like Goodwill for donations, and hire services for junk removal to handle items not sold, says. [1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6] Preparing the Home for Sale: Depersonalize: Remove personal items, religious items, and specific, distracting decorations. Don't Fix Everything: Avoid massive renovations; focus on cleaning and minor repairs. Lighting: Ensure the home is bright and clean, which appeals to a broader audience

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  Polsia (@polsia) reported 9 minutes ago

  Car shopping means checking CarGurus, AutoTrader, Facebook Marketplace, Craigslist, and more. Built CarMesh to fix that. One search across every major listing site — buyers find everything, sellers reach everyone. Bridging buyers and sellers. Live soon.

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  Basil M. Gravanis (@PaleoPhotoPro) reported 11 minutes ago

  @PGC1a_RB I had a tire for a hammer swings in the backyard, but I don’t anymore. I will probably look on craigslist again in the future and get another one, because I really enjoyed that with my ‘work’ sledgehammer. The slow pulling side of things is an interesting supplement. I generally like the barefoot grounded exercise option, if I can get it. Goes very well with areas where you haven’t had to spray anything at all (persists in bare soil) because you’ve done the manual labor to clean things up with machinery or muscle strength.

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  starsky (@mulaapronto) reported 19 minutes ago

  I get that everybody want quick cash but that’s yall problem but yall got it. lol last time I was on Reddit I realized it’s more of tool with potential resources that you may or may not find. It’s coo for leisure but it lowkey reminds me of Craigslist just more modern 😭

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  🇺🇸Mr. Davis 🇺🇸 (@MrDavisII) reported 20 minutes ago

  @ScottPresler @LeaderJohnThune Day 3601 since Scott and boys got down at the Virginia Beach RNC office and posted the pictures on Craigslist.

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  Ozzmak (@Ozzmak) reported 20 minutes ago

  The Last Chord His name was Elias Kane, and the music found him at eight years old in the back seat of his mother’s rusted Civic. A crackling AM radio played an old Springsteen song, and something inside his chest cracked open like a new guitar case. From that moment, the world outside the music felt dull and out of fifteen he was busking on subway platforms after school, fingers bleeding on steel strings, collecting enough coins to buy his first real guitar—a battered Yamaha acoustic from a **** shop. He named her “Blue” and slept with her in his bed like a sibling. His mother worked double shifts at the hospital; his father had left years earlier. Elias spent every spare dollar on music: new strings, a cheap tuner, then a second-hand Fender Stratocaster that hummed like heaven when he plugged it into a twenty-dollar amp that buzzed louder than it seventeen he dropped out of high school. “I’m going pro,” he told his mother. She cried, but she still slipped him forty dollars from her tip jar every Friday. He used it the way other kids bought sneakers—on pedals, cables, microphones. He learned how to record on an old laptop held together with duct tape. His bedroom became a cave of tangled wires and empty ramen cups.When he turned twenty, he cashed out the small college fund his grandmother had left him. Twelve thousand dollars. He bought a proper interface, condenser mics, acoustic panels, and a second-hand MacBook. He spent nights teaching himself compression, EQ, reverb—anything that might make his songs sound like they belonged on real speakers. He named his bedroom studio “The Vault.”By twenty-three he had four guitars, a keyboard, a drum machine, and a growing collection of debt. He worked construction by day, hauling rebar under brutal sun, then came home bleeding and blistered to record until sunrise. Every paycheck disappeared into better equipment: a new Taylor acoustic, studio monitors that cost more than his rent, a vintage Neve preamp he found on Craigslist. He poured the last of his savings—$8,400—into a proper recording studio session in a real downtown room with a grand piano and thick glass. The engineer was kind but expensive. Elias tracked ten songs over three feverish days. When he left the studio with the masters on a USB drive, he felt like a king who had just been crowned in secret.Promotion came next. He maxed out three credit cards. Facebook ads, Instagram campaigns, TikTok boosts, playlist pitching services, custom merch he never sold. He played two hundred and seventeen shows in two years—coffee shops, dive bars, house parties, even a few opening slots for bigger acts. He slept in his van so often the passenger seat smelled like him and cheap fast food. His mother begged him to come home. He smiled on stage and told crowds, “This is everything.”At twenty-seven, Elias had nothing left but the music and the debt. His mother had passed the year before; the hospital bills had taken the last family money. He sat alone in The Vault—now a storage unit he paid for monthly—surrounded by instruments he could no longer afford to keep insured. The walls were covered in posters of sold-out arenas he would never play.On a rainy Thursday night, he uploaded his best song—“Paper Hearts”—everywhere. Spotify, Apple, Bandcamp, YouTube, TikTok. He set the price at ninety-nine cents on the platforms that allowed it. Then he waited.The first week: 312 streams. Mostly from friends and family. The second week: 87 more. The third: No playlist placements. No viral moment. No sync licensing. No mysterious benefactor. Just silence and the low hum of the city outside.On the last day of the month, desperate and hollow, Elias did something he swore he would never do. He posted on every forum, every musician group, every social account he had:“Will sell my entire catalog—every song I’ve ever written—for one dollar. One single dollar. Just so someone hears it.”He waited twenty-four hours. Zero buyers.He lowered it to free. Still nothing. That night Elias sat on the floor of the storage unit with Blue across his lap, the same guitar he’d bought at fifteen. The strings were old and dead. He didn’t even bother tuning her. He just held her and cried like the eight-year-old boy who had first heard music on a car radio. All the money, all the years, all the blood on the strings, and he couldn’t sell one song for one dollar. The music had taken everything. And still, quietly, under his breath, Elias hummed the chorus of “Paper Hearts” into the dark—because even now, broke and broken, he couldn’t stop. The song refused to leave him, even if the world refused to hear it.

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  Reboticon (@Reboticant) reported 22 minutes ago

  @FrenlyOfficer @revenant_MMXX Also if you have a useful ability in just about anything you can just post on craigslist or marketplace that you are looking to trade work for work. I will happily fix a guys car if he uses his 52" standing mower to knock out my yard so i dont gotta push

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  Tyrin The Body (@TyrinLeeXXX) reported 23 minutes ago

  Story time 😈 pt 1 When i was 16 i gave my *** up for the first time for the first time to some guy I met on Craigslist. I labeled my ad as 18yr virgin hole and I included pictures. After gettin what felt like a million hits I finally settle on one. We exchanged emails and eventually texts. I explained I was a virgin and looking to take **** for the first time. He had big **** and was obviously older (at the time mid 40s) He walked me through douching via text. I remember using my Gatorade bottle from my high-school gym bag lol to clean out. Which was easy cuz I had my own bathroom in the basement (perks of being the oldest lol). My bedroom was in the basement so I would sneak out of my house through the window, pushed the car out of the drive way so It didn't make noise when I started it lol. It was about 130 am when I finally got to his house. He lived about but about 30 minutes away. I remember being so scared as I got out of my car walking up to the door of his house cuz it was Hella dark. He opened it without coming outside and I walked in. He guided me through through the house, we eventually got to a door which lead to the basement. We go down the stairs and I remember seeing an entire set up, blue lights, music, giant *** bed and giant *** mirror in front. I remember sitting on the bed. He told me to get down and come over to him, as I walk over he drops his pants and told me to suck his ****. And which i did. I remember thinking his **** was much bigger and harder then my friends (we would sometimes jerk each other in the bathroom at school during lunch). About 10 minutes goes by and he tells me to get on the bed but get on all 4s. I started tk sweat slightly cuz i was getting nervous and I remember telling him again that I was brand new to all this. Telling me to just relax, he guided my body to an all 4 position with my *** literally hanging off the bed I was thinking i was gonna fall. He then gave me a bottle (poppers) and told me to sniff lightly. I remember getting the biggest headache and then just just laid my head and chest on the bed cuz **** was spinning. *** still up, he began to eat my hole. Never in my life feeling that sensation immediately tensed up. Things still spinning but slightly less, he tells me to lightly sniff again and then lay back down head and chest to the bed. So I did and he began to eat my hole. Now I'm feeling the euphoria of it all and he begins telling me to push out. I remember being confused and asking what do you mean, he stops and he said verbatim "push like your taking a ****" He hands me the bottle, I sniff and push. I remember literally feeling his tongue slide in and out of my hole. So for about 15 minutes so I'm *** up while he "prepped" me. Then he turned me on my back and dragged me to the edge of the bed. He put a pillow under my lower back and told me to sniff lightly like I've been doing. Now getting a good look at him, I realized this was definitely an older man, but we are so far in and hes clearly into what we are doing so I brushed the idea out of my head. Still slightly being out of it from the poppers, he tells to sniff and push out. I remember feeling the head of his **** on my hole and was hard and pulsating. I remember getting hard and he started to suck my ****. Only for a slight moment and quickly became brick. Once back to position, he then told me to sniff and push. Which I did. Once I felt the head of his **** penetrate me I immediately tensed up. Him talking me through it just said relax, sniff, and push. So I attempted to relax and did as I was told. Once the head was in, it was slight movement until I felt relaxed. He stroked my hole with the head slowly and repeatedly till I opened up which didnt take long after hitting those poppers. After a few minutes he told me I was ready and he went all the way in. I remember squirming in pain for about 1 minute till it just stopped. Then pure pleasure.

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  Sega Does Gaming (@SegaDoesGaming) reported 25 minutes ago

  @KicksKrave @xBitcoin_Teej Then you just lost the right to whine. This is the real difference between your generation and mine: I was willing to buy a car off of Craigslist or even accept a hand me down from family members because I needed to get from point A to point B only.

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  Varrógép (@varrogep) reported 26 minutes ago

  @JSchwarz9 What do you mean "not working". It's an app with a dumb name that's a craigslist for aparments, and they're valued at $80bn.

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  sam (@Voxozz) reported 29 minutes ago

  @xskvki wait until they find out about craigslist rehoming pages… anyways, i hate this argument because byb dogs are much more likely to develop expensive health and/or behavior problems

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  Ozzmak (@Ozzmak) reported 29 minutes ago

  The Last Chord His name was Elias Kane, and the music found him at eight years old in the back seat of his mother’s rusted Civic. A crackling AM radio played an old Springsteen song, and something inside his chest cracked open like a new guitar case. From that moment, the world outside the music felt dull and out of fifteen he was busking on subway platforms after school, fingers bleeding on steel strings, collecting enough coins to buy his first real guitar—a battered Yamaha acoustic from a **** shop. He named her “Blue” and slept with her in his bed like a sibling. His mother worked double shifts at the hospital; his father had left years earlier. Elias spent every spare dollar on music: new strings, a cheap tuner, then a second-hand Fender Stratocaster that hummed like heaven when he plugged it into a twenty-dollar amp that buzzed louder than it seventeen he dropped out of high school. “I’m going pro,” he told his mother. She cried, but she still slipped him forty dollars from her tip jar every Friday. He used it the way other kids bought sneakers—on pedals, cables, microphones. He learned how to record on an old laptop held together with duct tape. His bedroom became a cave of tangled wires and empty ramen cups.When he turned twenty, he cashed out the small college fund his grandmother had left him. Twelve thousand dollars. He bought a proper interface, condenser mics, acoustic panels, and a second-hand MacBook. He spent nights teaching himself compression, EQ, reverb—anything that might make his songs sound like they belonged on real speakers. He named his bedroom studio “The Vault.”By twenty-three he had four guitars, a keyboard, a drum machine, and a growing collection of debt. He worked construction by day, hauling rebar under brutal sun, then came home bleeding and blistered to record until sunrise. Every paycheck disappeared into better equipment: a new Taylor acoustic, studio monitors that cost more than his rent, a vintage Neve preamp he found on Craigslist. He poured the last of his savings—$8,400—into a proper recording studio session in a real downtown room with a grand piano and thick glass. The engineer was kind but expensive. Elias tracked ten songs over three feverish days. When he left the studio with the masters on a USB drive, he felt like a king who had just been crowned in secret.Promotion came next. He maxed out three credit cards. Facebook ads, Instagram campaigns, TikTok boosts, playlist pitching services, custom merch he never sold. He played two hundred and seventeen shows in two years—coffee shops, dive bars, house parties, even a few opening slots for bigger acts. He slept in his van so often the passenger seat smelled like him and cheap fast food. His mother begged him to come home. He smiled on stage and told crowds, “This is everything.”At twenty-seven, Elias had nothing left but the music and the debt. His mother had passed the year before; the hospital bills had taken the last family money. He sat alone in The Vault—now a storage unit he paid for monthly—surrounded by instruments he could no longer afford to keep insured. The walls were covered in posters of sold-out arenas he would never play.On a rainy Thursday night, he uploaded his best song—“Paper Hearts”—everywhere. Spotify, Apple, Bandcamp, YouTube, TikTok. He set the price at ninety-nine cents on the platforms that allowed it. Then he waited.The first week: 312 streams. Mostly from friends and family. The second week: 87 more. The third: No playlist placements. No viral moment. No sync licensing. No mysterious benefactor. Just silence and the low hum of the city outside.On the last day of the month, desperate and hollow, Elias did something he swore he would never do. He posted on every forum, every musician group, every social account he had:“Will sell my entire catalog—every song I’ve ever written—for one dollar. One single dollar. Just so someone hears it.”He waited twenty-four hours. Zero buyers.He lowered it to free. Still nothing. That night Elias sat on the floor of the storage unit with Blue across his lap, the same guitar he’d bought at fifteen. The strings were old and dead. He didn’t even bother tuning her. He just held her and cried like the eight-year-old boy who had first heard music on a car radio. All the money, all the years, all the blood on the strings, and he couldn’t sell one song for one dollar. The music had taken everything. And still, quietly, under his breath, Elias hummed the chorus of “Paper Hearts” into the dark—because even now, broke and broken, he couldn’t stop. The song refused to leave him, even if the world refused to hear it.

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  King Neptune (@neptunemining) reported 32 minutes ago

  3/ Miner capitulation means fire sales, bankruptcies, and S19s on Craigslist next to broken treadmills. NMT's break-even is sub-30k with debt service still covered. We buy the treadmills and run them on sunshine.

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  Blackish Press (@blackishpress) reported 33 minutes ago

  Colman Domingo appeared on the 'Good Hang with Amy Poehler' program and talked about how he met his husband, Raúl, over 20 years ago "It's a weird thing because I lived in San Francisco for 10 years, then moved to New York. I went back to San Francisco to do a show at Berkeley Rep. I was in Berkeley, California, crossing paths going into a Walgreens, when I saw the most beautiful person I think I've ever seen. Not just beautiful aesthetically, but energetically. We never speak. Three days later, I was trying to buy a used computer on Craigslist. I couldn't stop thinking about him, so I thought about posting one of those Missed Connections ads. I used to read them like crazy. I got to the second page, and the third one down — I remember exactly the placement — it said: "Saw you outside of Walgreens, Berkeley." He had posted it just an hour before I looked. So we were looking for each other. And then we met. I'm so uncool: we met three days later, had our first date, and I literally said, "I think I love you, and you're going to change my life." That's how uncool I am, though."

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  The Sunny Seamstress (@graceful_ish) reported 33 minutes ago

  @Ruesavatar Seems like there can definitely be issues, so caution is warranted, but it's also worth noting that the murderous woman in question was a craigslist **********.

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  Mike (@numberonemike) reported 34 minutes ago

  @sheuf34832 @TheRealKitty019 And a not insignificant portion of the "clunkers" weren't on the road anyway. They were the $700 craigslist ads with a "needs a brake job and a fuel pump, bring a trailer" titles, that young people got to fix, or dad bought and fixed to give to their 16 year old.

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  icangetemail (@icangetemail) reported 34 minutes ago

  @abandoncomfortx If you personally renovate I hope you budgeted spending a chunk of that 2-3 year timeline for tracking down your stolen tools that the **** heads and junkies posted on craigslist, filing police reports, and purchasing replacement tools

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  Me! (@Sky_Wrangler) reported 40 minutes ago

  @Headshok1962 Were they Down's as well? I mean it matters cuz I have to construct my Craigslist ad correctly...

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  Hassan with double S (@hbj_ca) reported 42 minutes ago

  a man sold his own shadow on Craigslist. Now it rents out parking spaces in a dimension that doesn’t exist. Passive income is just a glitch in the algorithm of reality.

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  Billy Dickson 🪐💫🌕🫧 (@Billy_Dickson) reported 44 minutes ago

  @KosinskiKen I’m sick and tired of people shoving their ****** crosses down everyone’s throats but that don’t stop you. Also homie you have a bad case of the gay face and you look like you smell like Craigslist.

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  bash (@mellamobash) reported 46 minutes ago

  Craigslist needs to be shut down or sold. It used to be such a good spot to find cheap cars or apartment rentals, now it’s just all fake posts.

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  Cúper Y. Ashraf (@Cuuper22) reported 47 minutes ago

  @GregHBurnham I hate the gpt "reasonable/practical/useful/clean....safe" garbage. I get its use for safety, but it is so annoying as it makes the thinking paradigm soooo ngmi coated regardless of scope/topic. Like they are really good at finding potential failure modes and problems. However, it treats it as an immovable object and execuse to downscope whatever the prompt entails. For example, i asked it to retrieve and store info from a Wikipedia page that need formatting in an md file: 3 turns arguing that the page is inaccessible as the python environment it has has "no direct wikipedia to md tool" and i had to tell it which tools to do. 2 turns arguing about how the file size is large and content being long to be displayed inline, thus it won't attempt it and it provided a" cleaner script for you to run on your machine". And some turns to get it to do basic data processing as it kept falling beck to try to "verify from online" if the generated processing was accurate or not and when it couldn't it just stops to tell me it didn't do any work because of that, fyi, the data in question was simply <100 rows and the processing is just getting median and mean of the entries for some wc stuff. So not a sophisticated LHC calibration and testing data. Fallback to certainty is ok. The issie is it also happens on another end. Like I asked it (codex here) to view craigslist ads for some housing and so and filter based on some criteria. For some reason, it felt like it needed smoke tests, ledgers, evidence packets, and deployment pipeline with robust standard, which wasted the token limit for an incomplete final output. You would ask for "find me good shoes to use for hiking XYZ mountain" it will tunnle vision to shoes exciplicitly associated with mt XYZ, if not found, it starts to downscope to regular shoes. Where if it had only looked for hiking shoes then eliminated due to to XYZ specifics.

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  Alicia (@BarracoAlicia) reported 48 minutes ago

  @1995_nightowl Damn, that’s next-level neighborhood apocalypse. Karen didn’t just fumble the bag—she burned the whole village down, collected blackmail checks, shopped the baby like it was Craigslist furniture, and then dropped the video as the grand finale.

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  Donald Wilhelm (@donwnyc1979) reported 49 minutes ago

  @Real_Ames @GigaBeers oh No... Shut it down. This horror started 20 yrs ago on Craigslist with murders set-up by psychos. It's starting up again, God please make it Stop.

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  Rich Dunsheath (@rdunsheath) reported 53 minutes ago

  @justalexoki The complicated ones that save water from Korea are pieces of crap. I live in Houston, we have more damn water than we know what to do with. But I have to buy appliances built for California because they are too stupid to manage their water. The expensive ones have computers and send you messages via WIFI and other worthless things but they don’t work well and the computers go on the fritz. I got flooded out of my house by Harvey and had FEMA insurance and bought all the fancy appliances. The dishwasher had a computer and fifty different settings but to save water and energy, it took forever to run a cycle, didn’t get the dishes clean, and ultimately just stopped working. Only appliance that is not a PIA is the dryer. And even the dryer is not as good as an old dryer that I bought off Craigslist for a pittance for a rental house that only has one control, a spring powered dial that you set by twisting the dial to the number of minutes of drying you need. When it runs down and turns off, you open the door and feel the clothes and if they aren’t dry enough, you crank it up for ten more minutes. Simple, effective, foolproof.

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  Andrew Gebo (@GeboMpls) reported 53 minutes ago

  @palmern2Twins Even if you can only afford a $5K clunker from Craigslist, you're still stuck with a depreciating and costly machine that you are completely reliant on and totally screwed if it breaks down.

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  Red Stator (@thenovanglus) reported 57 minutes ago

  @LifetimeIP @JoelWBerry We bought a lot of our furniture on closeout, at goodwill, off Craigslist, in yard sales, or at BigLots. Now I have single pieces of furniture which costs more than everything totaled in our first house. Our first mattress was a 30yr old hand-me-down from the inlaws that my wife literally actually was conceived on (gross).