Yes! The one thread I know I can’t kill. And it comes with pie!
All I need to do is pop in and mention the dogs. That always seems to bring an end to things.
So, that dirty bastard Doxie got a Kangaroo rat this afternoon, and would not give it up! Ate about half before I caught him, pried his jaws open and pulled that filthy thing out and took it away.
So, high alert for dog vomit tonight.
Can I interest you in Kangaroo pie?
You cannot. Already got one, don’t ya know.
OK, now we’re just having fun. At this point it reminds me of one of those contests where whomever keeps their hands on the car longest wins.
Only in this case there is nothing to win.
But nothing to lose!
Yes, I have. The obvious reason is that my thoughts were so concise, penetrating, and all encompassing that there simply wasn’t another single thing for anyone to add.
Word!
I thought this thread died.
This is proof I can’t even win at losing. 
It’s only mostly dead.
Keep on and it will be a zombie.
And what do you sew a zombie’s mouth shut with?
Thread?
(It lives!!)
What took you so long?
I wanted the thread to die. But, NOOOOO! It lived, again.
Maybe what’s needed is a fighting dragon to sear this thread from the board.
You don’t think that would cause this thread to just drag on?
I once saw a transvestite getting his drag on.
Drag on
Drag off
Smoke billows
I cough.
Thread lives,
Can’t die
The reason?
Tis I.