SOMEBODY’s new here! 
(I didn’t lose interest in the thread, I’m only online at night)
I’m new to this thread. Hi everyone!
So whats this thread about anyways?
…but how in the HELL could you miss “MacArthur thread”?
‘Someone left this thread out in the rain,
I don’t think that I can take it,
cause it took so long to make it…’
I’m not gone. I’m still recovering from the good deed I did for Trion. I can only do one good deed a week or so. Fortunately for the ladies, I can do bad deeds about twice an hour. :eek:
Now then, about that threat of mine (y’all remember, back on page 1):
In fourth grade, I had a life changing event. Until that time everybody had called me “Kneady,” a pleasant diminuitive of my full name. But my homeroom teacher told me one day that “Kneady” was a “baby’s” name and if I ever wanted people to have any respect for me, I’d better start going by my full name.
I’ve been KneadToKnow every since, though I do still answer to “Kneady” from my parents.
Anybody else want to share your favorite memory from fourth grade?
Mwaa-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha. Die, thread, die!
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*Originally posted by DRY *
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And let’s not forget.
To kill the impossible thread
To fight the unravalable foe
To bear with unbearable sorrow
To run where other dopers fear to go
To write the unbearable pun
To love (other dopers)pure and chaste from afar
To lie when your arms are too weary
To reach the unreachable space bar
This is my quest, to follow that thread
no matter how hopeless, no matter how far from dead
To fight for the right without question or dread
To be willing to march into hell for a heavenly thread
And I know if I’ll only be true to this glorious quest
that my heart will lay peaceful and calm when it’s FINALLY PUT TO REST
And the world will be better for this
that one doper scorned and covered with bread (hey I had to eat)
Still strove with its last ounce of lead
To kill the unkillable thread
ThreadKiller! He’s the man,
The man with the unraveling touch,
He’s such a threadkiller!
His heart is cold…
And I will walk 500 miles
and I will walk 500 more
just to me the doper that walked a 1,000 miles
to find the end of this damn thread and make it fall dead to the floor
Cut my life into pieces
this is my last resort
Sorry, what was your last resort Mojo?
I’m back!!! After a long break from the fight, I have returned. I was not killed by the thread, though that would be strangely ironic. No, sadly, I met a face worse than death…relatives. <shudder> Sometimes, at night…I can still hear…the screaming.
Anyhoo, I’m a regular again, and will be happy to entertain whilst we bludgeon this thing into submission. Oh, and I brought DANISHES!!! YAY!!
<ahem> sorry. Anyway, struuter, good to see that you’re keeping the faith, and Sauron, Frog, yinz is good men.
TalkingSquirrell, this thread is about, well, killing threads. You must be the last poster to destroy it utterly and completely. In order to destroy it, you must be the last poster on it, and have no one else post on it for at least a day. In which case, you will be rewarded by the creator, yours truly. Warning: Do NOT attempt this unless you are willing to be a cold-blooded, hard-ass mofo.
And hey, since it seems that this thread isn’t going nowhere, I at least hope that by creating the contest, I have provided entertainment for all a ya. Back to the Carnage!
<happy dance cause a thread I started has lasted 4 pages, and going strong!>
And for God sakes, people, no more karaoke. In order to win the contest, you have to be alive at the end. And that Papa Roach number just made my earplugs dissolve…
Then you should let them go home…
Okay…looks around…This was only on page two and 24 hours have not elapsed since the last post. That WAS the understanding, right? I can still post, right?
sigh I hope so…No more kareoke? That’s probably not a bad idea. Things could only have gotten worse for us, since the thread appears not only immune to it, but actually feeds from it. Go figure…
Well, we’ve tried violence, kareoke, and even self-sacrifice (God bless you, Sauron). I think it might be time for the big guns. We’re going to have to…insert dramatic pause here…bore it to death. (And if THAT doesn’t work, we’ll be left to our last resort…a gratuitous flirtation/post count party. I know…has it come to THAT?)
breathes deeply So…did I ever tell you that up until I was in college I thought that the term ‘wind chill factor’ was actually ‘wind shield factor’? Yeah…like I guess I thought they’d go out and measure the temp on your car wind shield and get that number. I don’t know why…I always thought it was pretty stupid. Stupid, yes, but not them as it turns out. Me.
And people who wear yellow and white stripes always remind me of McDonald’s french fries. I need new tennis shoes. I hope it doesn’t get too hot today…
Well I rearranged my sock drawer yesterday and today I think I’m going to clean the trunk of my car, make a dental appointment, and throw away some junk mail
and I’m going to sit at a desk in an office with grey carpets, grey desks, grey walls, grey cupboards for 8 hours wishing I wasn’t there - it doesn’t get more boring than that…
My phone here at work has 58 buttons on it. I know how to use 37 of them. I think the other 21 are there to either drive me crazy or just for aesthetic value. I hate this phone. It is evil. EEEvil. The Fru-its of the Deviiiil. I am convinced it’s trying to kill me.
Well, that was an instructive three days.
Don’t EVER try to kill this thread from the inside. Trust me on this.
So how’s everybody?
Are YOU okay? I have only the grimmest imaginings of what you must have been through. You stand as a monument of dedication to a cause, my friend.
I’m fine today. Why does it feel like Monday? sigh
Hey, cool. I have a webcam. Ooooooooooooooooohhhhhh…look, it’s me. And I’m on my computer. Wheeeeeeeeee…hey, what the hell is that? Must be a smudge on the cam. Let me go get a kleenex.
<wipe wipe>
There, that’s better.
Look, it’s me. Wheeeeeeeeeeeee…
(I think the thread just shuddered! Perhaps it could be working!)
Hey, maybe I can get a pic of my dog! Here boy! Wheeeeeeeeee…
Thanks for the kind words, struuter. Let’s just say “Labor Day” was a fair description of this weekend and leave it at that. Hack the intestine, come up for air, hack the intestine, come up for air … all for naught.