And no defenestrations, please.
Nope. I am the biggest loser here.
Oh, wait…
Your nose smells funny.
I’ll have you know my nose smells just fine.
How would you know, you can’t smell your own nose. We all nose. Knows. Knew. New. Gnu. Whatever.
Too late for that: the window of opportunity has closed.
But the door is always open.
Not when I slam it shut. It stays closed. I will close this thread.
Good job! I commend your ability to close threads.
I, for one, am not convinced it worked.
Aaaarrrgggghhh! Curses.
I take back my commendation. You clearly do not know how to close threads.
SOB sniffle I don’t know how to leave the thread! MOMMY!
Take a left where the tree stump used to bee then four more lefts and your right back in time for the next time.
I think that is grammatically flawed. Did you mean “where the tree stump is used by bees”?
Two wrongs don’t make a right, but three rights make a left.
And, you go round in circles…
You say you want a revolution …
Bee careful, e’s a sharp one don’t cha know.
Long live Beckdawrek! Queen of the Closed Thread. May her last post never be answered. So it was, so it is, so shall it ever be!