Ooooooooohh…firecrackers…huh huh.
<shakes head violently>
Ah, sorry. All better now. Nice try, strut, but you ain’t taking me out of this contest. Though, I thought I heard grem calling you…so if you wanna leave, it’s understandable.
Damnit, man! Can’t you see I’m lover, not a fighter? Who’s the enemy here? Not me, I can assure you. It’s this godforsaken thread. Don’t want my firecrackers? Okaaaaaay. I was just talking about blowing up your G.I. Joes anyhow. Jeeez. Some things never change. The boys never let the girls play the fun games…
kicks dirt, stuffing hands in her pockets
Awwwwww…I’m sorry Strut. This war has made me grizzled and paranoid. I realize now that the thread is the enemy, and yinz guys is just helping? Are we friends? I’ll let you play with my trucks, and even let you into the clubhouse!
You’re the best, J. pulls out firecrackers How 'bout a nice game of Let’s-Blow-Up-Plastic-Stuff-And-Watch-It-Melt?
I brought my bag of green army men. shakes the bag, eyeing it devilishly Helllloooo boys.
. . . so, there I was, surrounded by a hundred thousand rowdy Oklahomans. I had nothing to rely on but my army training. So, what did I do? I dug a foxhole. I jumped down into it. I had a bottle of beer in each hand and a case at my feet. I broke the first one over my head screaming, “I don’t care how many it takes! You sons o’ bitches best leave me the fuck alone!” . . .
is there a doctor in the house?
I thionk Tymp needs to be detoxed from the plastic fumes…Told you it wasn’t a good idea!
I’m gonna go tell unca cece what you’re doing out here.
:::runs toward house screaming "unca Ceeeeece?!?!?!:::
Mom? Is that you?
Damn post lag-time.
OK Keith, I am too hungry and too angry to explain to you right now that this riddle’s cleverness lies in telling it corectly …
<cue Scary Music>
For the love of God!!! The thread is emerging from the flaming vat of hydrochloric acid looking longer, stronger and more vigourous than ever. This does indeed call for drastic measures. Let’s see where did I put that Godzilla that I had during the bar fight. Hear lizard, lizard, lizard
Forget Godzilla! We got nukes! WOOOOOHOOOOOO!!!
<KA-BOOM>
Wait, didn’t nukes just make Godzilla and them STRONGER?
Uh oh.
Jester, dude, you’ve gone from thread killer to thread necrophiliac.
Not that there’s anything wrong with that.
Hehe, who needs to use conventional weapons, when I can use…
Duh Duh Duh
…MY BODY ODOR!!!
Yes, that’s right, I am just going to stand here. Not bathing, not moving. Eventually, everyone will leave from sheer disgust.
Hahaha Then I will be alone to kill this thread once and for all.
Hahahahahahahahahahaghhghghgh…crap. I swallowed a bug.
<sits down on the floor>
<Tucks bug-launching sling-shot into back pocket>
Ahem, there. Anybody else wanna help hose down Wobbie? Maybe we can drown the thread while we’re at it. If it’s back from destroying Tokyo yet.
Haha, now you shoudl now better than that Jester. I will just wear a rain coat. Then, the water will not affect me, and the stench will be magnified ten times because of the warm plastic.
Hahahah…
<Shifty eyes looking for bugs>
This thread will be mine!!!
Sorry folks, you seem to be having fun, but this is how I have as much power as any of the moderators: now that the name ‘HenrySpencer’ is on the ‘last post’ column, it’s as good as a lock on the thread.
Henry"cue the last post"Spencer
Just for spite I had to post something. Keep it going, I dare ya’!
Tell me about your double meanings. I have NO desire to see ANYONE’S “big ‘ass-stick’”! :eek:
Your bazookas, on the other hand…Say, mojo57, allow me to introduce myself. I’m DRY. I flirt with the women here. 
Well, while I too have no desire to see a BIG ass-stick, the thought of a BIG-ASS stick does intrigue me. Would you happen to be in possession of such an item?
blushes coyly
Flutters eyelashes
Oh my, did I say that outloud?
Allow myself to introduce myself. I’m mojo57. I pretend not to notice when I’m being flirted with. It makes the flirter try ever so much harder. Harder is good.
mojo pulls double bazookas out of her bra and sets off the track down the thread who has gotten just a little too big for its britches and must be punished severely
brings in tray of lattes, coffees and teas, and box of bagels and doughnuts
Morning, mojo. How’s the thread? Ahhh, I see it still breathes. Want some breakfast? Breakfast of thread killers…coffee and doughnuts.
I distinctly recall ordering a knish. Where the hell are the knishes?