Guess not.
naught
knot
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I think I was drunk last night. Shocking! :eek:
Are you a glass of water?
You know, the best catfish I ever saw was farm-raised, deep-fried, battered with meal, not flour like some carpetbagger and served with a jalapeno remoulade.
Is it lunch time yet?
It’s always lunch time.
Even when it’s dinner? What about supper? And what’s the difference anywho?
THIS should end the thread, once and for all.
Sorry, you’re wrong.
How silly of you to think that this thread would end before the thousandth post.
Not gonna make it.
Why, oh why did I click this thread?
Now it’s burned into my head.
I must, must click it everyday,
Why won’t this thread just go away?
This thread has got a hold on me
I check it quite obsessively
Perhaps a haiku?
This thread might never end, but
then again, it might.
As I was posting in despair
I found a thread that wasn’t there
It wasn’t there again today
I guess that thread is here to stay
On and on we go,
expecting the end - but no!
someone else posted
How can a thread end?
Topic, thesis, rebuttal.
Troll! Warning. Zombie.
well, or a mod could lock it
FOUL! DISQUALIFICATION!
Reply was not in the form of a limerick, poem, haiku or whimsy.
Just shy of grand. A g under a key. Trip sixes on its head. A buck short.
Almost, but not quite, right and followed by flight for the most prestigious of skevy lieges.
Ah, made it!
I win ( or lose??)